Inside the mind of an immigrant
This was just my personal experience. Every pregnancy is different.Throughout my pregnancy, I couldn’t tolerate milk, juice, lentils, most vegetables, or anything remotely flavorful. Spicy food was completely off the table. Most days, I lived on unsalted crackers. In the beginning, I went through a cheese obsession; it was the only thing I could stomach. … Continue reading A taste of pregnancy
Another shooting ... 'Please don't be Muslim'the thought echoes in my mindthe man was whitebut Muslims in a mosque have died.For a moment there’s reliefat least people won't blame hijabs and beardsat least when I walk down the streetI won't be feared. But as the thought sinks inand I go through the newsthe shooter wasn't … Continue reading Please don’t be muslim
My pregnancy wasn't all glitter and gold like you see on those Instagram posts. It was more of nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite and constant fatigue. I'm not complaining. My son is a blessing. He's my little bundle of sunshine. My Noor. My reason to keep moving forward. Without him I don't know how my life … Continue reading Anxiety with a dab of postpartum
I gave you birthbut I did not give you life.You are not mine.You do not belong to me.I do not own you.You are nothing less than a miracle.A reason for me to celebrate.You are an amanat (gift) form Allah (SWT). An infinite, irreplaceable treasure that fills my soul with light every time your face crosses … Continue reading A mothers letter
Dear same same I don't remember the first time we met because we were just kids running around in the park trying not to be it But I do remember the times you would call whenever you were free or the times you drove all the way just to see me You got me flowers … Continue reading A Letter to my Husband
