Life has a crazy way of making full-circle moments. I have spent so many years resenting a group of people based on being bullied as a child. During my years in Quranic school, I was ridiculed and belittled by my Somalian classmates for being black American. As an adult, I stay clear of anything that … More I Made A New Friend
When people see a woman in hijab, they automatically know she is Muslim. There is a level of respect for her and her faith in the Islamic community. I do miss that part of being a hijabi. I feel like being uncovered and a black Muslimah, I constantly prove or verify that I am actually … More Non-Hijabi Woes
I recently read this book, Leo Africanus, and it was an amazing novel. While reading, it reminded me of some of my religious life goals. Honestly, I felt like I was that little hijabi, sitting in Quranic school again. The book was surprisingly a nice refresher on life lessons I learned as a child. In … More Hajj Dreams
I typically try to stay away from conversations dealing with race, politics, and religion, especially with people I barely know. In my opinion, those conversations never go well, and rarely does either person change their mind; both parties leave frustrated and upset. Unfortunately, I had this one co-worker who loved talking about all three! He … More A Conversation with an Atheist
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
I used to really love the show Malcolm in the Middle, mainly because I identified well with Malcolm, the main character. The middle knows it all child, always looking at situations like how did I get here. I never really felt like I belonged anywhere, and just kinda felt like an outsider. I always somehow … More Muslimah in the Middle
It wasn’t until about third or fourth grade, when I realized Christmas was on December 25th. I was aware of the existence of Christmas, but honestly, I was blissfully ignorant of the relevance or anything about it. A lot of people find that hard to believe since I grew up in a Judeo-Christian country, but … More Merry Christmas
Like most young Muslim children, I attended Islamic weekend school. Islamic weekend school is where I learned how to speak and write Arabic, as well as the Quran. An unofficial lesson I learned during my time in weekend school, was the culture of Islam, how it is much deeper than a religion, it is truly … More An Unfortunate Experience of Being a Black Muslimah
I consider myself to be extremely blessed, growing up in a two-parent middle-class home; living with an example of black love and excellence. My mother was married and pregnant with my older brother at my age. I’m sure she looks at me confused, why I’m still single and my idea of a romantic night, is … More Dating as a Black Muslimah
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 