I go to hug my little sister at the kitchen table and suddenly we’re both crying. I cradle her in my arms as wordless sobs wrack through her. I know that there are other girls, so many other girls, across this country feeling the way she is right now. I know because I did, and I hurt because even though I did she still seems … Continue reading On brown girls learning to be Self AND Other
This post is an original-format one, by which I mean I am writing to find out how I feel. This is my blog and always was. I know everybody likes me at my ‘dissecting Islamophobia’, and I don’t ask you to love me at my ‘exploring sadness’, but I will not suppress it for you. To be honest my mind has been in many other … Continue reading Iron-rod necks & blackberries
Today I was interviewed for a Radio 4 documentary that will most probably come out in a way that doesn’t reflect my full feelings. It is being made by Sayeeda Warsi whose politics and complicity in structural violence as a Conservative party member, former Cabinet minister and House of Lords peer, I ardently oppose. She asked me questions about myself and my views and I … Continue reading What does it mean to be a Muslim woman?
Content note: mothers, mothering labour, mentions of biological essentialism. This post goes out to every mother and to every woman who looks after a family or cares for other human beings. It goes out especially to every single-mother, every non-white mother and every young mother. To every mother who is shamed for not also participating in waged work alongside being a mother, and for every mother … Continue reading To the Mothers and the men they raise
Content Warning: body image, beauty standards, white supremacy, male gaze, misogyny, sexualisation, desirability. The other day I saw a post online which articulated something to me that I have never properly addressed. It wasn’t complex, it was very straightforward, and that’s why it hit me so hard. It said, ‘I’m realising that all the girls I was jealous of n thought were super beautiful n … Continue reading ‘Classically beautiful’ just means White
Seeing all the new faces around Cambridge this past week has made me rather sentimental. Memories of fresher’s week and the whole fear-ridden first term come flooding back. I search amongst those new faces especially for brown and black faces. I search for them because I wish somebody had searched for me. Everytime I see a woman in a hijab I feel overwhelmed with excitement, … Continue reading Cambridge: the benevolent aggressor
Disagreement is good, it is powerful, and in many ways it is a vital tool in helping to unlearn our unquestioned positions on things. In disagreement with a friend this week I realised that it had been a long time since someone close to me had seriously asked me to reconsider some of my standard assumptions. I realised that the comfort and safety that I have found … Continue reading Allowing for Allies