• Handwritten Letters

    Handwritten letters have become a bittersweet form of communication. In the age of email and text messages, letters and even handwriting has become outdated. As someone who grew up during the technology boom, I can recall a time when people weren’t obsessed with computers and cell phones. I remember passing notes to friends during class and being sent to the principal’s office. I remember keeping those notes, reading them with friends later on and laughing about our younger selves. I remember writing big stories and drawing silly pictures of inside jokes and past year recollections in our friends’ yearbooks. Now all these notes lost and yearbooks collecting dust like friends…

  • Swinging Clothes Lines

    Unlike most women, I actually don’t like shopping. I mean looking at clothes is fun and all but when it comes to having to buy something for myself, it causes an unnecessary amount of anxiety and stress. You see, as someone with a fat body, finding clothes in my size is difficult. Finding modest clothes in my size is difficult. Finding modest clothes that I actually like in my size feels impossible. I can only remember a handful of times where I actually owned clothes that I loved. Many times my wardrobe was filled with clothes that I would wear, simply because they fit me. I’m not a fashionista or…

  • Veiled Accusations

    Recently I read a Facebook post by a feminist page supporting a trending tweet #burntheniqab because it’s ‘not in the Qur’an, it erases women’s identities, and is not empowering’. Westernized Muslims whose families have adopted a negative opinion of hijab or worry that a hijab will compromise the woman’s safety, often discourage female family members from covering. Also, women make up the majority of Muslim converts. If they chose to cover, it often creates a conflict between them and their families. In some cases their families cut ties with them. Similar to women being forced to cover or be shunned by their families, these women often have to choose between…

  • Jasper: A short lived friend

    One night while driving home, we were stopped at the ramp to the highway because of a small black and white kitten that kept trying to go onto the road. Fearing for his safety, we pulled over and I tried to call him into our car. He was clearly scared and started to go back into the long grass. Our maid picked him up and brought him into the car. Terrified, his meows filled our car. Eventually he decided to hide under my seat. We stopped at the store to pick up some cat food and set him up with a bed of blankets in our bathroom. The next day…