To women birthed from soils their mothers walked on. Clothed with extra layers of skin from the skirmish of women before them, Just so they could walk through the storm that drowned their grandmothers. From broken skeletons of women that fought battles they will never hear about, learn about or be proud of. From torn…
I write this to all my thirteen-year-old teenage girls figuring their spaces in the world, those slowing falling into the pits of the biases of patriarchy and toxic masculinity, those reduced to doing dishes and after school curfews. Those who look at all the corners of the room but not see their kind…a raised challenging…
curious & listening
Live Vicariously
Shattered choices and stained veils. Crossing paths of Islam, Women and Society.
''In worn out shoes''
Genesis of a literary awakening, a discovery of self, an affirmation of voice. My whole woman journeys.
