sister-hood is an award-winning digital magazine and a series of live events spotlighting the voices of women of Muslim heritage.

Film, feminism, sexuality and Pakistan

sister-hood milestones in 2016

Welcome to sister-hood

Experiences

Growing up in fear of men

My body was different from the other girls’. I knew that from a very young age. My mom hid my shape in baggy sweaters and jeans. A thirteen-year-old who looked like a seventeen-year-old was terrifying for my conservative Pakistani parents….

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Poetry

Your Given Right

We’ve learnt to not be like our mothers, like our grandmothers, like our khalas and maasi’s We’ve learnt that our space can no longer be denied, no longer snatched away from us We’ve learnt that our footsteps never needed to…

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Poetry

Desi Queen

Damp dustin’ Dirty dish bustin’ Grocery listin’ Button fixin’ Biryani flexin’ Underarm waxin’ Children taxin’ Roti rollin’ Husband patrollin’ Dadi callin’         STOP WAIT.         You’re late.         Bleach yo face,…

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Opinions

We who watch the audience

I watch a video of a speaker accusing people like me of ruining society with immorality, condemning us to Hell. I feel fear and anger, but I’ve also heard all this before. The articles, books, and videos blur together in…

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Opinions

Domestic violence: a social problem

Domestic violence is a world-wide reality: a dark spot on the face of our so-called civilized world. In Asian cultures, specifically in Pukhtoon societies, the rate is alarmingly high. Most women in this society who experience domestic violence don’t even…

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Inspirations

Leda Rafanelli (1880-1971)

‘Leda isn’t the type to ask for directions. She creates her own path for herself, and although it twists and turns, it can only be her path.’ Leda Rafanelli, marginal note. Writer, anarchist, publisher and convert to Islam, Leda Rafanelli…

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Poetry

Victim of insecurity

It came to me when I was at my lowest, Creeping up my spine, making me despise every atom of my being, It came to me, an abundance of insecurity. Knocking me to my feet until I could no longer…

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Opinions

Debatable attitudes in Pakistan

When the word ‘women’ is spoken in Pakistan, it carries ideas of responsibility, stigma and – most importantly, ‘honour’ amongst many other elements worthy of debate. In the end, it comes back to this question: who can fight against all…

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Gallery

(Shekah, to learn)

I am a fine art photographer and I wanted to share a recent project I have been working on. I wanted to look into the lost part of my family history through the art of handcrafted weaving. Weaving for me…

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Poetry

The humming of a withered soul

Cover up little girl: diamonds fall out of your hair when you play like a child. Cover your beauty, for it is blinding the eyes of the lion. Learn as they taught you: your hair is a hidden treasure for…

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Experiences

Do something about it

Your fate is controlled – from the time of your birth onwards: by the place you were born, by the career path you take, and by a tiny little notebook that is meant to identify your place on this globe……

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Poetry

2016: R.I.P SPOKEN WORD

It’s 2016 In a few more hours it will be 2017 SO, WHAT On a calendar, it’s a new date In history, it’s just a new time In a human lifespan, it’s a fleeting moment    I EXIST AS A…

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Opinions

Women in Egypt

Egypt: Hoping that the “Year of Women” will be nothing like the “Year of Youth.” President Abdel Fattah Al Sisi had declared 2017 to be the Year of Women in Egypt, but this is hardly good news for Egyptian women….

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Opinions

Be yourself, my sister

Multiculturalism – that great integrator that people strive to define as they keep calling for integration. As politicians try and define what a German or an American or a Dane is supposed to be, sometimes in unsubtle ways, there are…

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Poetry

If my words could…

If my words could comfort you The ink of my pen I’d never let dry To see you tell the story buried within To see you try If my assurance could calm you down I’d hold your hand tight To…

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