the closeted life of an ex-muslim
i was 19 when I comfortably labelled myself as a cultural muslim. Cultural in the fact that I still took part in the festivities and regarded the Islamic faith as a part of my identity. Now, I am an agnostic…
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i was 19 when I comfortably labelled myself as a cultural muslim. Cultural in the fact that I still took part in the festivities and regarded the Islamic faith as a part of my identity. Now, I am an agnostic…
I often reminisce about sun-drenched afternoons in Palestine when we had the time to sit and share stories. We would walk home at dusk. Our conversations became about hope and expectations as we tried to find our own place in…
From the day that we are born, we are put into categories. These categories come with characteristics, certain requirements. They are taught to us by our parents, extended family and ultimately, by society around us. These guidelines and expectations do…
This morning, I woke up an underachiever. Who still has not accomplished much of anything worth discussing or which might give me a sense of completeness. This morning, I woke up worthless. I am a useless bit of space not…
Niqab. A common enough sight on the streets. We’ve all seen the familiar sight of a woman swathed in black robes, only her eyes visible. The small, gaping slit, through which she sees the world. Judgements are made automatically. To…
In a small village of Sar-e Pol Province in northern Afghanistan, lives a most gentle and quiet man: Kaka (Uncle) Karim. A river passes through the village, sometimes quiet, sometimes tumultuous, a reflection of the country’s history. The village has…
So, after an angry rant by yours truly on Facebook directed at people who think flight attendants are nothing but glorified waitresses in the sky, I was asked to write about why I actually do this job. Being a woman…
I am 18 years old, from a town in the North West of England. I was born here to Indian Muslim parents. I currently live with my white boyfriend. I would like to tell the story of how I…
Gender based abuse in South Asian communities The murder of Qandeel Baloch does not come as a shock to those of us who have long lived with the rampant, violent misogyny that forms a core part of the culture within…
I sometimes wonder what life would be like if I was born into a single culture. It’s hard to imagine since it’s not the case, but the only answer that pops up in my mind is: boring. Would it be…
It first started when I was seven. In a vain attempt at telling me what the world’s really like, my dad warned me: Don’t bother with dreams. You’re a girl. And on top of that, you’re Pakistani. We live in…
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