Everyone knows about the middle child syndrome, and I can honestly say it is true. I have a unique case because I wasn’t always the middle child. I was the youngest for the first ten years of my life, stuck in my older brother’s shadow. He was the perfect little Muslim and scholar, and he … More A Heavy Shadow
Why does it matter? A question that constantly runs through my brain! I feel like I was groomed to be the perfect wife to some man. My beauty, intellect, and personality were perfectly sculpted to fit into some box and wrapped in a bow to be handed over to the highest bidder. As a child, … More Enough with the Bull$#!%
Well, I have officially concluded another journey around the sun; and what an adventure it has been. I entered chapter twenty-four a completely different woman than who’s stepping into twenty-five. The year has been an emotional rollercoaster that I’m ultimately grateful for. At the beginning of the chapter, I got heartbroken; instead of healing … More Officially A Quarter
I was recently catching up with a friend and he asked me if I was concerned about finding a husband because of my lack of modesty. It’s crazy he asked that question because I used to spend a lot of time concerned about my image and self-consciousness that I’ll have a bad or wild reputation. … More To Be or Not To Be A Wife
Chapter Twenty-Three has officially concluded, and in summary, I accepted I’m a wonderful chaotic put together mess. Now it is time to truly flourish and embrace the unknown of what this next chapter will bring me. Once I finally threw out the ridiculous timeline of my life and just live for me and enjoy … More Happy Birthday to Me
I have this hidden fear deep down inside, but on the surface, I have a very nonchalant attitude about being a mediocre borderline bad Muslimah, but when I lay my head down at night I do reflect on all of my haram actions. I can’t help but wonder, where my soul will end up in … More Roaring 20s
When I was a child, I had my whole life planned out. I thought by the age of 23, I’d have my degree, married, or at least in a serious relationship, and starting my career. Now a week away from my 23rd birthday, I’m still I school and painfully single. Honestly, for the past few … More Cheers to Twenty Three
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 