sister-hood is an award-winning digital magazine spotlighting the diverse voices of women of Muslim heritage.
I was to be pure I was to become sinful I was to be guided I was to be forgiven But if I was to be born to be pure To stay pure To stay guided To stay faultless…
Day 50 in the age of extremism – and it goes on. We look for moments of light and hope. We also create them, and remind ourselves of the goodness that does exist. Tomorrow in New York as the Commission…
I remember when they were circulating around the net, to many varying opinions. T-shirts that said ‘I Am Not My Grandparents’ on them. To all of our grandparents, the passive and forthcoming alike, that was seen as a mark of…
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…
While the world has been engrossed in the US elections and mourning Brexit, 500 Kashmiris in Indian administered Kashmir were blinded last summer. This is the modern world’s first mass blinding. Kashmir has become a sinister purgatory, where the Kashmiris’ sin,…
I’m waiting I’m waiting for the weight of apology to be lifted from my tired shoulders All the scrutinising and criticising of how I look and how I do I’m waiting For the apology that is long overdue. Tell me…
Last week we were shocked by the reports of an angry mob that attacked the police station in Nuristan and shot a couple that had eloped to marry without the consent of their families and communities. The family and community…
Day 44 in the age of 45 – I imagine some of you are grateful for my long absence. I’m back, so apologies for the meanderings below. My silence was due to travel and closing Facebook for all those nonsensical…
Day 32 in the Age of no.45 – I’ll be honest, a certain numbness is creeping in. Maybe it’s do with this perpetual sense of holding one’s breath, wondering what’s coming next. A little too little oxygen getting around my…
Dear Father I know to you I am your only Daughter But I am my own person now Father I know it’s hard to set me free But I am not in any ease I know my choices are not…
It was a cold, dark night. All the girl could ever recall were some lost memories and broken images: images of her calm face, the sweetness in her voice and a real yet fake smile, soft touch of her hands…
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