Oh, the guilt. It was wrenching.
As I put on my hijab in his bathroom, I caught him looking at me.
She asked incredulously, "Your...girlfriend? Like you dated a woman?!" I nodded.
Love your parents enough to call them out on their emotional manipulation and abuse of parental powers.
If I could speak to my younger self, I’d tell her to embrace her heritage.
I was heart broken when the only person I trusted decided to take advantage of me.
I was a Pakistani from the Third World which automatically and supposedly, turned me into a potential terrorist, perpetrator, economic migrant, threat etc.
This is the part where I swallowed the trauma, masking it under a bright smile and laughingly requested a selfie.
If we had to question whether or not that man was being abusive, it's abuse. Why do our surroundings make it harder for us to come to terms with that than we have to? Why are there people who say "Oh, you just don't understand him."
In a country where even traveling with non-mahrams is not allowed, it’s actually shocking to see the amount of teens that are able to sneak out on “dates.”