I find it horrid that there are people who stoop to harassment of queer and trans* people.
I do know the pain of being compared to a lighter skin sibling and more white passing cousins.
Yes, I called myself fat. But why can’t I be beautiful, too?
How could I be a good hijabi if I did this?
I am angry because as a Muslim woman the hijab is not the only thing that encompasses my faith.
The Prison Industrial Complex in North America does not harm bodies like mine the way it harms black lives.
Why isn’t the hijab afforded the same deference as other sacred elements of religion?
When people see my father, they see a man they perceive to be barbaric and oppressive.
I am not a houseplant or a goldfish to be left by the window.
I was just white to this stranger I had just met. This stranger suddenly knew I was white. I didn’t even know who I was.
I find that I often lack confidence in daily situations.
Women throughout the world grow up in societies that teach them to guard their bodies against men. Men are never taught to avoid hurting women.