One of the most beautiful things in life is proving -- not others -- but yourself wrong. I guess you could say I've done this before, in tiny spurts, but something feels different now. Are these the post-Hajj blessings? Perhaps. It's not in spiritual matters, so I can't know for sure. Although, that doesn't mean… Continue reading Becoming whom I never thought I could be
After a co-worker mentioned yesterday that the weather this weekend would be great for a run, I told myself: "I gotta do it. Now or never." Inertia is strong within me. Unless I need to use the restroom or my stomach yells to me that it needs food, I can sit in one spot and… Continue reading Getting back into it
It's been a while since I've done this, sipping my morning chai as I type away. I'm not really sure how to start blogging again after my month's hiatus. But I know that I cannot without at least attempting to give the previous month its due. Eid began yesterday. Ramadan is officially over. It feels… Continue reading Where do we go from here?
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
There has been one good thing that has come out of my insomnia this past week: being given the chance to really plume through the thoughts whirling around in my head. While the common response would be to check one's phone and endlessly scroll through one's social media feed, I no longer reach for my… Continue reading The gift of insomnia