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”
(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.
Thoughts begin to accumulate, feelings slowly build and rise inside, a whisper of a forsaken past and memories from Before. Nostalgia sweeps in like a suffocating embrace, blurring the hopes for Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow with the ever constant pressure from Now. Achievements always in comparison, never enough, a hopeless fire of rage andContinue reading “Taking a step back”
[this a poem featured in my collection, Lost and Found.]
Dear “What Will People Say?” or “Manushe Kita Khoyba?” or “Log Kya Kahenge?”, First of all, nobody likes you.
[This article was first written for and published on Women’s Republic.] TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, ANXIETY
TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, ABUSE & MENTION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS the bitter truth about depression is that it never truly goes away. sure, there are some days that are better than others, where you’re so unbelievably happy you think nothing can ever ruin it — but it doesn’t last. i guess emotions are fleeting.
i spent the entirety of today with J, free from the cultural toxicity and the unbelievably infuriating four words that i’m forced to hear every day; what will people say? but this freedom only lasted until i came home at 8pm.
TRIGGER WARNING: POLICE BRUTALITY, RIOTS, MURDER, DEATH, VIOLENCE i read this book ages ago, and watched the movie as soon as it came out. there’s never really been a book that made me cry within the first 10 pages. until i came across The Hate U Give. Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: theContinue reading “The Hate U Give”