Inside the mind of an immigrant
I curse at myself for being born a femalein a world that caters to men. Maybe if I had the “y” chromosome, things would be easierI wouldn’t have to fight for my voice to be heardover the roaring of a man’s. My words wouldn’t lose their meaning as soon as they slip out of my … Continue reading I curse myself
When you're too nice, people tend to take advantage of you. They use your kindness against you, and sometimes, they even make you feel guilty about circumstances that are not in your control or are not in your favor.When you try to think for yourself, these same people try to get into your head and … Continue reading I am a people pleaser
I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading the ten-year-old boy
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
