I have been reflecting on what it means to be beautiful a lot recently. For most of my life, I have wanted to be beautiful. I have often stood in front of the mirror and started at my body and wished away every part of it and prayed over it and begged God to give … Continue reading prose// i want to be beautiful

I moved away from home for college in the fall of 2016. I was seventeen years old at the time, and I had never done anything so courageous in my life (I have gone on to do more courageous things, but the world was smaller then and I couldn’t see into the future far enough). I … Continue reading prose// approaching nineteen

In an odd way, I feel like I have just become Muslim for the very first time. I have made it my New Year’s resolution to focus myself and return to the very basics of faith, and establish myself as a seeker of my own relationship with God, independent of my mother or father or my family history, or what people know me as or what people assume about me as a woman in hijab.