Roaring 20s

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…

Merry Christmas

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 to 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…

The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah

You know I never took the time to introduce myself as a blogger, and just dived right into my content. I am the Misunderstood Afro Muslimah, navigating through my early 20s and making lifelong memories.  I am a young African American woman in America, and truly am bicultural. For a long time, I struggled with…

Hair Journey

For the majority of my life, my hair has never been a big concern of mine. When I was younger, my mother always did my hair in a cute braid style. By the time I hit middle school I was wearing a hijab, so people rarely saw my hair. My biggest concern while getting dress…

Coming out of Hijab

I remember the day my mother sat me down, and told me it was time to start wearing hijab full time. I don’t recall having much of a reaction, because I knew the day was coming, and in a way I thought I was mentally prepared. I was about 12 years old, and at the…