A FAKE SMILE

Photo Courtesy: www.pixabay.com I faked a smile after I kissed the hand of the man who abused me. “MashaAllah! He's grown into a fine young man,” he responded as my father reintroduced me to him. A lump had already formed in my throat. My mind was abuzz with activity as my heart tried to register the multitude of feelings that exploded inside...

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY

Photo Courtesy: https://pixabay.com/ I am running. Both literally and metaphorically. It's two minutes to time and it is raining heavily. I don't want to be late, I hate being late so I jog faster letting my sweat mix freely with the rain drops. It doesn't bother me; the rain that is. I let it flow on me like it would...

THIS PART OF MY LIFE IS CALLED UNCERTAINTY

  It is 3:47 a.m. I am lying in a twist such that my upper body is facing a different direction from my lower part. Yogis would call that the supine twist. I am staring at the shadow of the circling fan on the right wall. I am gazing into the nothingness; blank space. It reminds me of my own...

IF SUICIDE WASN’T HARAAM

Photo Courtesy: http://allswalls.com I came across this meme the other day, it was actually a tweet of someone asking something like, "What motivates you to live?" and someone replies, "Suicide is haraam." And you know it sounds funny but we all know there is so much truth and pain behind most of the memes. Maybe it is because they are...

FEMINISM: DON’T GET IT TWISTED

Photo Courtesy: https://mott.pe/noticias One thing for sure, I really admire women empowerment, girl power, girl-child education, women working together across boundaries and beyond all limits to make a difference and the kind of powerful vibe successful women send off. It's a beauty really. I mean, for once we don't have to hate on each other on who's got longer hair...

OF ANXIETY AND HUSHED TONES

Photo Courtesy: pinterest.com My friends and I talk about anxiety in hushed tones, in desperate volumes, in late night texts of hopelessness, "You too?" she asks as if we are a team, like we are a bandwagon, a secret group full of emotion jargon like we are some sort of cult, clutched in the hands of our feelings that we can't bring to a halt. "I'm overthinking," he says "I'm overthinking...

SABR, OH DEAR HEART

Photo Courtesy: http://stylearena.net A man will be tested according to his level of religious commitment. If his religious commitment is solid, his test will be more severe, but if there is any weakness in his religious commitment, he will be tested according to his level of religious commitment. And calamity will continue to befall a person until he walks on...

STATUS WITHOUT POWER IS BLIND AND POWER WITHOUT STATUS IS LAME

Photo Courtesy: Pinterest.com Throughout history, empires were erected, revolutions were staged and science flowered. Yet, the colossal mould of these events, in our minds, could have easily dissolved the sheer fact that they were orchestrated by specific people. It is easy to forget the Tunisian whose self immolation coupled with zealous activism by influential citizens, spawned what would later be...

RITIFAA YA MFA KURA

Utu  mkakosa, mkanivunja uti Mkanilainisha kama poda Nikawa chakula cha mchwa Mkanisahau Navuma gizani   Majira yakaficha weusi wenu Mkasihi jumuia isahau Ikajumuika Mkasali kwa sauti gugumizi Mkanifukia   Kisu kilichonisafirisha  gizani Keki chapakua, msimu mtamu tena Kwa wepesi viuno mwakata Kinyume cha  rai za nafsi Mwangwi wa bezo wavuma gizani   Mbaya mimi siko. Mnafuraha? Mwizi mimi siko. Akiba mnazo? Simo idadini. Shibe mnayo? Wageni hawalaumiwi Utu  haba ni giza.   Burdani ni ua la sumu Laficha ukweli leo, kesho halimo Uongo hauna starehe Kwa...

GO BACK HOME, DARLING.

Photo Courtesy: https://www.pinterest.com God and I, we used to be such good friends. God, don't I miss that friendship! There was no rush of leaving the prayer mat after praying. I'd stay there and just talk to Him, you know? Maybe because I was lonely. And it was such a comfortable safe space to slide into. I could cry, laugh...

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A FAKE SMILE

Photo Courtesy: www.pixabay.com I faked a smile after I kissed the hand of the man who abused me. “MashaAllah! He's grown into a fine young man,”...

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY

Photo Courtesy: https://pixabay.com/ I am running. Both literally and metaphorically. It's two minutes to time and it is raining heavily. I don't want to be...

THIS PART OF MY LIFE IS CALLED UNCERTAINTY

  It is 3:47 a.m. I am lying in a twist such that my upper body is facing a different direction from my lower part....

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A FAKE SMILE

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY

IF SUICIDE WASN’T HARAAM