Vitiligo versus marriage
I was 26 years old and home visiting my parents. We were having the same old argument – marriage. This time the conversation centered on why I saw no point in meeting a 36 year old settled in Chicago while…
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I was 26 years old and home visiting my parents. We were having the same old argument – marriage. This time the conversation centered on why I saw no point in meeting a 36 year old settled in Chicago while…
I have recently gone from wearing the hijab to not wearing one. I have come to realise that this decision bears the brunt of the most merciless reactions and judgements from my own Muslim community. I started wearing the hijab…
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A Muslim, yet not. Growing up, my faith always wavered. I never stayed true to being the conventional Muslim my Mother wanted me to be. She always had to force me to pray, always had to police my clothes, always…
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I am writing this article on Syria from a comfortable brownstone in snow-covered Brooklyn. This historic house has clean drinking water, electricity and central heating. More importantly, none of these things ever run dry, shut off or malfunction. As I…
I was so obsessed with smoking that I got this silly shirt custom made to pay homage to cigarettes. I used to smoke cigarettes. I had my first one at sixteen years of age, in a park with my Yugoslavian…
For as long as I can remember the darkness of my skin has always been pointed out. Never as a positive thing; more as a disadvantage and an error. I am brown-skinned, have jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. I…
He and I met for coffee at my (then) favourite coffee shop. It was a lovely, still warm autumn afternoon of caffeine and conversation. I had been over the moon to see him. Over coffee, he said ‘I have a…
If you are in your twenties like me, the chances are that while scrolling through your Instagram, you’ll see at least one girl with the classic hand shot, showing off her newly acquired prized possession: a glittering diamond ring, (which…
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