By nihalmubarakWe all know that Ramadan is a time for spiritual reawakening, but that doesn’t mean that we should neglect our bodies and their needs. It’s possible for both your skin and spirit to glow this month — and what better way to maintain healthy, radiant skin (and hair) than by formulating a customized, organic beauty…
By nihalmubarakThe beautiful month of Ramadan is right around the corner, and every year, it seems I end up repeating some of the same mistakes and bad habits that I promise myself I won’t fall into come next year. Culturally, for many of us Ramadan has become a time to gather with family and friends, to…
By nihalmubarakTwenty six year old New York native Dalilah Muhammad made headlines this summer at the 2016 Rio Olympics when she won a gold medal in the 400-meter hurdles. She was the first American woman to bring home the gold in the category. The track-and-field athlete was also one of fourteen Muslim women who won medals at…
By nihalmubarakFor women who grew up in the West, it is often easy to forget that we have access to many resources that other women might not always have. For Afghan women and young girls, the radical rule of the Taliban in their war-torn country meant that they lost many of their rights, including the right…
By nihalmubarakAs products of a world that prides itself on its technological advances, we have seen firsthand the impact of technology on our lives. Our phones have become our closest companions, and we’ve all mastered the art of texting and communicating with others online. Thanks to the variety of social media platforms now accessible to us…
By nihalmubarakThe image that has taken the Internet by storm in the last 24 hours is one that embodies the Syrian Civil War in its entirety. It is the image of a young boy, seated in an ambulance, looking out at the world with eyes that have already seen too much. In the haunting photo, the…
By nihalmubarakAt six years old, I used to sit on a stool in Mama’s room while she slowly sectioned off my hair and saturated it with grease. I would wail and try to escape but Mama always managed to wrestle me to the ground so she wouldn’t lose the braid she was working on, all the…
