I scrubbed vigorously at my face, hoping the third time would be the charm.
I hope that Muslims with children that have the strength to come out as queer or trans, accept their children for who they truly are.
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?
My father is a kind and gentle man - and he does not deserve to be seen as aggressive and uncivilised due to his race or faith.
I deserve to be welcomed into my faith with open arms - allowed to worship, regardless of my gender.
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.