When the year first began, it started off with hope and a firm belief of making it ‘the year of me’, of being the absolute best version of myself and making moves. From finding and securing work placements and internships, to getting a part time job. The year was filled with moments that have shapedContinue reading “2020 in review: the highs, the lows and the in-between”
[this article was first written for and published on FGRLS CLUB, in August 2020]
It’s another day, though it is the love of my life’s birthday and we celebrated this day the only way we could in this ceaseless period of confusion and weirdness, of survival, of appreciating the simple blisses of being with him. Spending time together. Holding each other.
(Note: I can honestly say, writing this piece for the Metro was so important — as it not only includes the discussion of Islamophobia and the terror (aka terrorism) of it, but the removal of the hijab as a result. Of course, as I’ve mentioned Islamophobia is not the only reason I no longer (fully)Continue reading “I stopped wearing my hijab because I was scared for my life”
It’s been a few weeks since uni started and I’m finding myself . . . trawling along, lost and wondering what to do. Even writing seems to be somewhat out of reach — I don’t know how to simply do or be anything, or exist. I’m fine but I’m just? I don’t know.
[read about brown boy privilege here.] When it comes to marital relationships in brown culture, there’s something like a guideline to adhere to, lest we’re told to return to our father’s home and not go back. It’s misogynistic, sexist and dripping with patriarchy.
[This is a snippet from a letter in the “Dear past me” section I wrote for Clitbait.]
For years, whilst learning and unlearning so many truths and the history behind not just my culture and my people, about the impact Britain left behind on Bangladesh, once part of India with Pakistan, I, in all complete honesty, wasn’t a fan of white people as a whole. Individual white people, I liked of course.Continue reading “What I am learning dating a white man”
Something i’ve realised is that there is a severe lack of sex education within the South Asian community-slash-culture, particularly the Muslim community. i don’t want to speak on the other religious backgrounds and sex education within those particular communities, since i don’t really know what it’s like (though i’m assuming it’s more or less theContinue reading “Sex Education in (Muslim) Asian Culture”
so since my post on Brown Girl Guilt, a few things have changed . . . for one thing, my parents know about my boyfriend. my white boyfriend. they’ve known longer than i knew they’ve known.