After about a month or two, I was over therapy. I kept asking my therapist when am I going to be cured and feel like myself again. I so desperately wanted to feel like the same eighteen-year-old starting college. Just erase all the trauma, heartbreak, and grief; just start adulthood all over again. Life was … More Therapy Chronicles:Growth
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
After revealing the truth behind my smile, my therapy sessions started to become less superficial. I was in such a dark place, lost faith in Islam, lost belief in Allah(SWT) and lost the value of my own life. My mind gave me no rest, a constant haunting of pain. I was putting myself in dangerous … More Therapy Chronicles: Self-Love
“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
As we all know by now, I have a love-hate relationship with my body. I’m always searching for this perfect figure or maybe a nonexistent magic number on the scale to make me happy, but my New Year resolution is to get back in shape and eat healthier. Whatever size or weight I end up … More A Fitness Journey
I want to unapologetic guilt-free blissfully live my life! I want to stop thinking about what I am supposed to do and just live my life. I want to stop feeling guilty and thinking about the people I’m disappointed with my decisions. I want to stop looking at my body with disgust, looking at all … More What I Want.
You never truly know what a person is going through until you have walked a mile in their shoes. As a young adult, I am constantly asking myself: who I am? I often felt the need to change who I was based on my environment and in the process, I sometimes stunted my own growth. … More Unapologetic
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 