Quick Writes.

For as long as I can remember, I would open up my journal and write down my day. My ups and downs. My realizations. My inspirations. My paragraphs didn’t always have structure. They were messy. Filled with mistakes. Sometimes illegible. But they made sense to me. It was my outlet. My way of expression. I…Read more »

In a Different Life.

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be born in a universe where my parents never escaped from the war. Would I be happier living in the village, where I would be surrounded by family? Surrounded by people who look like me? Would I be healthier from eating (real) organic food? Stronger from…Read more »

The Black Mental Health.

“Mental health issues are not real. Be stronger.” – My black family. If you feel depressed, go have fun. If you’re silently suffering, go hang out with your friends. I would get ripped to shreds if I talked about mental health in a black family. It was fiction. I didn’t understand the way my brain…Read more »

The Sinner.

“Sister, you should not wear jeans.” “Sister, where is your skirt?” “Sister, I can see your neck.” “Sister, why are you not praying?” Brother, MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. The man who thinks he can dictate a woman’s life. Those were the questions I have received over and over again by people I have never met.…Read more »

The Hiji.

Hiji: One that wears and embraces the hijab. The question that I’ve heard one too many times: “Why are you wearing that?” Putting on the hijab was solely my choice, but it didn’t stop people from thinking that I was being forced my an almighty man who will behead me if I don’t (yes –…Read more »

The New Chapter.

I’m writing this post while riding the ferry, feeling refreshed and ready to start anew. In my previous┬ánon-anonymous blog, I got dragged. Don’t get me wrong, I had a pretty nice viewing with lots of people supporting me, those who found a common ground with me, and were genuinely interested in my life. That’s when…Read more »