To the Mothers I will love all my mothers. I will love them, each and every fragmented soul. […]
womanhood
Shame Sits in every corner of my body Every untouched pore Filled only by the feeling Of looking […]
I’ve never been one to refer to myself as a feminist. I’m not the biggest fan of labels. […]
I didn’t always identify as a feminist. Truthfully, my feminist “A-Ha!” moment might ring familiar to anyone who […]
Being Muslim. Being a woman. Being a Muslim-American woman. This identity is especially hard for me right now. […]
My heart is so full. I sit here in bed staring at my walls, surrounded by images of […]
I’m not going to lie, I forget his name. Robert? It was something super common and started with […]
My bones are burning, The smoke whispering secrets That begin seeping through the pores of my skin And […]
I have a pretty self-deprecating sense of humor, and I’ve noticed that a lot of the time it’s more […]
With Mother’s Day approaching I had the opportunity to sit down with my own mom and ask her […]
