In exactly one month, it will be my three-year wedding anniversary. But it's been only three years? Really? Why does it feel like Mr. Rafia and I have been married for longer? Is it because when I reflect on where I was before getting married, I cannot recognize who I was and who I have… Continue reading Trips back home, “holiday” eating, and back to life, back to lality.
Last night I had to face the cold, hard truth that even though I certainly feel different after coming back from Hajj, I am still me. I still have my weaknesses. I still have my deficiencies. I still have the same anxieties. Week One after Hajj was pretty good, I would say. Work was not… Continue reading Why does this keep on happening? Because there is a lesson I have yet to learn.
Last night, I spoke to an adorable elderly white Methodist woman who had not only heard of Hyderabad, but had actually visited the city! Hyderabad has been on my mind quite a bit lately. First, it was the article we published in our journal examining theodicy and the Hyderabad Zakat & Charitable Trust - and… Continue reading Hyderabad on my mind
I was reluctant to share my poem with anyone or even tell people about today's poetry reading. Whenever you make an announcement about something, it always comes with expectations, either stated or unstated. I anticipate the reaction I think I am going to get. That reaction though? It's really just my inner critic. Since my… Continue reading On Owning My Words and Voice
Colourism. It's a word my good friend used the other day. I'm not the hippest when it comes to 21st century nomenclature; but as a concept, it's something I'm very familiar with and have been a subject of. It's been on my mind this week, particularly today. When I was younger, I knew I was… Continue reading On Internalized Colourism