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But No One Can See What’s Underneath!

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But No One Can See What’s Underneath!

From My Sisters’ Lips by Na’ima B. Robert is one of my favourite books. It’s a book that I can very much relate to and one that I often read despite the amount of times I’ve read it. One term that Na’ima coined in this book was “NMT New Muslim Tramp Syndrome.”

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Mr. Tough Cookie

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Mr. Tough Cookie

After a long day of perpetual preoccupation; of stair climbing, hard work, and constant vigilance with
no tea breaks. After a regular day of yelling and taunts from our teachers. At a place where we try to
scrub off our feelings; where a heart is analogous to muscle fibre and valves. Where a baby Is a
foetus and a patient is a number. After a day of life and death, I awaited my turn outside the changing
room.

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Or Separate With Kindness

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Or Separate With Kindness

Haya slammed the door with all her might. The hinges of the door were starting to wear off from all the slamming. “Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she thought, “I am a grown woman.” Their constant questioning was less merciful than the interrogation that criminals on C.S.I endured. “What happened? What next?” She mimicked their nagging questions in her head. “Just leave me alone,” Haya thought, wishfully. “At least long enough for me to figure things out.”

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Facing My Fears

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Facing My Fears

A major fear of mine was putting on the hijab. However, this hesitation was based only on the dunya. I was afraid of what people would think of me, of how I would be perceived in the Western world. I was afraid of seeming “backwards” and being unable to beautify myself outwardly.

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More Than A Friend

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More Than A Friend

More often that anyone would like, we have all, at some point in time, come across a scene where we can’t help but shake our head and say, “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

Let’s imagine a hypothetical story shall we?

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