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$#!%
Dating as an Ex Hijabi is very interesting and sometimes frustrating, well in all honesty dating, in general, is frustrating. I started to notice a pattern or a common theme with Muslim men. With Muslim men, I placed them in two different categories, and honestly by the end of the first conversation it was easy … More Words From An Ex Hijabi
As much as I like to reflect upon my love life and always see myself as the innocent princess, that overcame heartbreak, but that’s not completely true. My college years have definitely been eventful and left a couple of broken-hearted casualties along the way. I remember my freshman year after I accepted the internship with … More Everybody’s a Vilain
As a little girl, I always identified as female before anything else. Above all of my other characteristics, religion, and ethnicity, I knew being a woman is my superpower. I don’t recall at what age I realized I was a feminist, but I believe I was born one. I remember when I started attending public school … More Born Feminist
As a child, I was extremely quiet and passive-aggressive. Al Humduillah, I grew up and started speaking up for myself. As I talk to my younger brother about his middle school experience, I can’t help, but sit back and reflect on my completely different experience. I actually don’t have too many fond memories of middle … More Not Black Enough
Let me tell y’all about this man I met at the mall; the poor soul was struggling attempting to buy clothes and asked for my opinion. As a shopaholic, I was more than happy to help him pick out some new clothes, plus I thought he was really cute. He was definitely my ideal type, … More British Love Story
In this dating game, we often like to blame the other player when the outcome is not as desired. We may recognize our mistakes after self-reflecting, but then often times end up in the same situation with another person. I know for me, I sometimes set myself up for failure. At a friend’s birthday celebration, … More Will I Ever Learn?
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 