Are you Muslim?
So many of us are nowadays faced with the question ‘Are you Muslim?’ This goes beyond trying to get a Visa. It is has, unfortunately, become a rather common question, and many people seem to have no qualms about asking…
So many of us are nowadays faced with the question ‘Are you Muslim?’ This goes beyond trying to get a Visa. It is has, unfortunately, become a rather common question, and many people seem to have no qualms about asking…
Refugee: a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster. The definition above sounds simple enough. A refugee is someone who through no fault of their own has been forced…
Dear Muslimah, I write to you a letter of benevolence, hoping it finds you in peace and makes you ponder. For we are made of the same mud, and perhaps even share the same blood. We have read the same…
Because I understood at too young of an age that I should be ashamed of my body. Because it was painfully clear that my brothers were of greater value than my sisters and I. Because I was taught…
Maybe you share the blood of a long-gone Mughal prince, a nawab or his obscure relative. Maybe you are distantly related to the Quraysh. Perhaps, tucked inside a wooden heirloom, left behind by dead relatives, lies the beard hair of the Paighambar. How did it…
In Pakistan, women’s visibility in public spheres and in the economy is still negligible. This is a problem that hampers our growth as a nation. No matter what concrete steps we take to encourage and empower women in the professional…
Day 24 in the age of T. I’m conflicted tonight. I’d really like to just share this extraordinary story of two Americans who came to Iran decades ago and started two international schools. Mr. and Mrs Irvine who are celebrating…
Day 15 in the realm of President no.45. From every direction the messages are the same – ‘be careful what you say, what you post’; ‘don’t travel, or if you do clean out your social media’. They are logical, responsible…
I don’t have a spine How do I walk? It’s missing I know it I’m empty My body becomes limp Legs buckle I begin to stumble I don’t have a backbone How do I stand? He took it I know…
When my male cousin first moved to London for university, my aunty was so worried about him losing control that she turned to my mother for solace. I remember very clearly my mother laughing telling her, ‘It’s okay, he’s a…
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…
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