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$#!%
I am a firm believer in dating outside of your type; I decided to give the swirl a chance. A sweet white guy who converted to Islam but was raised Jewish asked me on a date. Honestly, my first instinct was to politely decline, but instead, I said yes. We went out to dinner, and … More I Tried the Swirl
I am never excited for the new year, but this year felt different. I set and wrote out all of my goals in places where they’re constant reminders. This year is for me to blossom healthier in every aspect of my life. I wanted to start the year off on a fresh note and do … More New Year, Better Me.
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
Dating is an exhausting game and feels like a bunch of trial and error. A couple of years ago, I decided to open my dating pool to Non-Muslims. I typically date someone who knows a lot about Islam. So, there really was not a big difference. Now dating someone who knows little to nothing is … More Dating A Non-Muslim
I’ve been a Black Muslim woman my entire life. All of those identities seem to have their own job description; putting them all together sometimes is a suffocating reality. Being Black in America comes with its own trials of tribulations, and for fun, I get the pleasure of sexism with it. Since before I could … More Being A Black Muslimah
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
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 think I’ve lost a lot of my fire, but this summer I’m getting it back, and burning a whole lot of shit down with me.” You know I found that quote randomly rereading through one of my notebooks, that I wrote around March. I forgot I wrote or that was even a goal of … More A New Flame
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 