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.
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
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
Chapter Twenty-Three has officially concluded, and in summary, I accepted I’m a wonderful chaotic put together mess. Now it is time to truly flourish and embrace the unknown of what this next chapter will bring me. Once I finally threw out the ridiculous timeline of my life and just live for me and enjoy … More Happy Birthday to Me
For the majority of my life, I have been obsessed with my weight! I’ve either been too skinny or too fat, but never did I look in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. Besides my obvious insecurity about my skin, which I speak about in “Diary of a Problematic Brown Skin Girl”, … More Just As I Am
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 