We are not close. No, we are far from that.
None of this would have been possible had I not made the decision to put my Muslim American identity out there and write.
There was one night in which we had a huge argument because I stole the blanket.
We judge a society by how the women are dressed.
I’m in my mid-twenties and I still cry about silly things that happened to me in second grade.
Ironically, the first time I felt furthest from Islam was when I was on pilgrimage to Makkah at the age of 12.
I was angry because I felt cursed to live the miserable existence of a single mother.