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 didn’t realize at the time that my secret desire to be blond was in fact part of a deeper confused identity as to where I fit in as a brown hijabi girl in a predominantly white city.
None of my friends had curfews, and none of them seemed to have concerned parents, either.
I find that I often lack confidence in daily situations.
It was my mother who recognized me and my pain by looking into the dimmed light of my eyes.
I struggle with the words to speak, but I need to get them out.
Being married for six months is hardly a long time, but we were able to discover what worked for us through constant communication.
It wasn’t long before our relationship with our uncle began to sour.
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.
It all changed only weeks after my seventh birthday. Life has not been the same since.
I realized how not only was sex and sexuality a taboo, but how culturally, we were expected to be asexual.
We judge a society by how the women are dressed.