By MG StaffCome back when you are out of that closet. The words had been going round and round inside my head as I stood in front of a silver sequined jacket. Everything about that piece of clothing screamed “queer!” And upon listening closely, it echoed back my name. I had come out to some of my…
By MG StaffThe moment I came across this image – a Black man’s face in a children’s book for learning the basic Urdu alphabet to enunciate the letter ﺡ (H sound in English) – I knew I had to say something. It says H for Habshi. Technically, if the book were for learning ABC’s, this would be…
By Amani SalahudeenMs. Marvel and a rising superhero named Amulet team up for the first time. But that’s not the only reason we’re super stoked for this partnership. We are thrilled, because this newest member of the Marvel universe is an Arab American from Dearborn, Michigan! In the newest edition of “Magnificent Ms. Marvel #13,” readers will…
By Mariam TanvirBusy days, busy weeks, busy months. It all just blends together in one big, busy blur of working, playdates, laundry, cleaning, and more. And the one thing that I find myself slipping in is FOOD. Now, trust me when I say that I pass absolutely zero judgement on any mother who finds herself popping chicken…
By What does it mean to be Black, Muslim, and Pakistani? It is a complex world to navigate, and often results in the feeling of being too foreign for each of the three groups because of your incredibly unique experience. It affects ever part of your being imaginable. Your body dysmorphia may grow bigger and bigger…
By Ainee FatimaIf you’re a comic book enthusiast, you might be familiar with Sooraya Qadir — known as Dust from X-Men: The first Muslim X-Men character who happens to wear a traditional black burqa and niqab while fighting crime. Her special powers include the ability to transform into and control sand. But recently, Pakistan has emerged with…
By Nida“Oh my God, you’re Pakistani? No way!” “But you’re so white!” An awkward silence would follow every time someone would define my skin tone in relation to my heritage. In the past, my adolescent self would sit there, unsure of how to respond to such an observation. Did I nod? Did I deny it? Still,…
