After about a month or two, I was over therapy. I kept asking my therapist when am I going to be cured and feel like myself again. I so desperately wanted to feel like the same eighteen-year-old starting college. Just erase all the trauma, heartbreak, and grief; just start adulthood all over again. Life was … More Therapy Chronicles:Growth
Going to therapy wasn’t something easy for me to do. I felt a lot of shame and weakness for even thinking about going. I can’t remember what initially gave me the push to go, but my very first session was my last for a while. I knew I had demons eating away at me, and … More Therapy Chronicles: The First Step
As a hijabi, I used to hide behind the hijab. I let being the short girl with the scarf on her head be my identity, never really let that many people see my true personality. I’d let people make their assumptions and would just try to blend in as much as possible. I thought I … More Smile
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 