This week has been — and will most likely continue to be — a lesson in tawakkul

Confidence is attractive, I've been told by Mr. Rafia several times, especially during the times when I feel particularly unconfident (don't give me that squiggly red line, Chrome! Meriam Webster says it's a word!). As soon as you reveal to others how unconfident you are, it leaves you vulnerable... and not in a good way.… Continue reading This week has been — and will most likely continue to be — a lesson in tawakkul

Breaking the Habit

Today is Day 5 of no caffeine. I feel a sense of loss particularly today. Saturday is the day that I look forward to drinking my chai. No anxiety about work on my mind. I have Monday to start worrying about that. No rushing. Not a single sound. It's like I have the whole house… Continue reading Breaking the Habit

What is this? Has Rafia finally conquered her fears of public speaking? Maybe.

Yesterday, I had the pretty unique opportunity to teach approximately 500 7th/8th graders about Islam. Since participating in AMCLI in October 2017, my personal/professional goal has been to not say No to any invitation for a speaking engagement, unless it conflicted with my schedule or was on a topic completely outside my knowledge base. For as… Continue reading What is this? Has Rafia finally conquered her fears of public speaking? Maybe.

On Owning My Words and Voice

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

What the little girl in me needed to hear

Today was a great way to start the best month of the year. This afternoon I participated in a panel titled "A Double Whammy or Triple Threat: The Disparity of Diversity Amongst Women in STEM." If you've been reading this blog, you can probably deduce my first reaction. Why am I being asked to participate… Continue reading What the little girl in me needed to hear