By AnonymousCome 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 AnonymousContent warning: Sexual assault, rape. Disclaimer: This article is in no way meant to substitute for medical or mental health advice from a trained and educated mental health professional. Muslim Girl encourages those who need help to seek it, and encourages the use of resources such as therapists, social workers, psychologists, psychiatrists, and trained mental…
By lunaazzureTW: mention of eating disorders. I remember looking in the mirror without my glasses on, and just seeing a big, blurry fuzz. I was happier like that. I was glad I couldn’t see my body — tree trunk arms, thighs that wobbled at any slight movement, and a stomach that hung grossly over the waistband…
By Amina RadwanSome people will say I am crazy, while others will agree and applaud the idea. It is no hidden secret that talk shows do gain much attention and cover many topics of discussion. But if you reside in the United States, as I do, you will notice that most talk shows have celebrities, or well-known…
By Guest BloggerSaudi women have won, after so long, the basic right to drive. This is an amazing victory, but it is also a litmus test for the pacing of equality. It is a small step up a steep mountain of which I may never get to see the summit. Has progress always been so slow? In…
By Haniya ShareefPurpose Oftentimes I find myself straying, Praying starts delaying, Five pillars disobeying, Years of Iman and Islamic school decaying, What is this game I’m playing, when trying to find my purpose, But it ain’t even worth it, When you’re walking right into that furnace, and all that you mumble under your breath is lip service….
By nehalnaserDear Warrior, Dear Survivor, Dear Jane-of-all-trades, Dear time management guru, (or aspiring one anyway!) Dear epitome of strength, of courage, of determination, I see you. I am you. And I get it. About two years ago, I ended an eight-year marriage. An eight-year cycle of gritting my teeth, faking a smile and bearing all kinds…
