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
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
My sentence of living in the Trap House was finally over, and I had mixed emotions. Mostly excited and thrilled to be leaving that dump of a house. The only problem was my father was finally going to see where I’ve been living for the past four months. The whole neighborhood looked a mess, dirty … More Princess in the Trap House: Moving Out
You know living in the trap house had many difficulties, that I didn’t mind so much. Up until I heard a mouse in my room. I’m terrified of bugs and have a fear of mice. I remember hearing the bickering couple in the basement complain about mice, but I’ve never seen any and assumed I … More Princess in the Trap House pt. 4
As I’ve stated before, each one of my housemates added to the adventure and excitement of living in the trap house. The mother and daughter duo was a pair that I could never fully understand. They lived on the second floor and shared a small room with no windows. The daughter was pregnant and her … More Princess in the Trap House pt. 3
You know as I scroll through social media, I see a lot of people doing the #10year challenge; and I can’t help but reflect on my past decade. During my last year of middle school, I was seeking an escape from those awkward years. I can remember counting down to my eighteenth birthday because I … More A Decade in the Making
Living in the trap house I was rarely bored. There was always some sort of excitement either in or outside of the house. One of the common themes of drama in the house was theft. Al Humduillah (Thank God), no one ever stole anything from me, maybe nobody felt like walking all the way upstairs, … More Princess in the Trap House pt.2
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
You know sometimes I miss being a hijabi, it was like being a part of sisterhood in a sisterhood. An unspoken bond, that only women in hijab will truly understand. The crazy thing is I even miss all of the silly questions I used to be asked. At the time they used to drive me … More Questions to a 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
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 