^because we all enjoy a good islamic dating meme. The topic of this post was inspired by an anonymous submission to ask hiba, if you have a situation you’re in and you’d like me to talk about, please submit and give me things to talk about! Submission: I’m in a tricky situation. I was asked out on a date by this guy (muslim) who wrote … Continue reading dating while muslim and hiding it from family
I’m so excited for this for this posttttt!!!!!!! Okay sooo….in 2018, I made possibly one of the best decisions of my life, starting a public blog. I didn’t originally intend it to become a tell-all blog about my life but somehow throughout the year, it became a place for me to bare my bruises to everyone. A cathartic and very very rewarding experience. I wouldn’t … Continue reading advice column + the future of this blog!
I shake the hand of someone who holds an unfamiliar face. A few words in, I’m adding sugar and honey to my personality. I cherry pick and showcase my sexiest traits. As people, we do everything we can to sweeten ourselves into a version of ourselves we think others will respond to. For me, this means I water my personality down for the constant voice … Continue reading my fear of being too much.
^last time this joke could be used ladies!1! December 31st, I was sitting across from my friend Zainab’s face. She was smaller than she usually is, smiling through my iphone screen. We both discussed our resolutions, mine was to write more for my blog and make it public. We both probably set a bunch of other tiny resolutions, now forgotten and incomplete. A year later, … Continue reading My public blog, losing friends and rumors: 2018 reflection
I want to preface this by saying, I’m generally a happy person. These are the kind of things everyone expects you to push under the rug or talk about in hushed tones and although that’s how I instinctively deal with things, I’m trying to be more open. I really didn’t think I would tell this story online. I know I’ve been pretty candid about struggles … Continue reading fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about
911 what’s your emergency? Could a heart actually burst with love? Lying in your arms, I find my chest ache, an indescribable feeling, For once I’m at loss for words, Mesmerized by your breaths Memorizing the moment Stillness Softly snoring I didn’t know I could love like this. Could I freeze this moment? Could I freeze this feeling? I look over in pure awe. Do … Continue reading A Letter for a Lover.
It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.