A very bright light hit directly in my eyes, for a second I thought I would be blind. I got on my knees and used both my hands to cover my eyes. My heart started pounding, my mind darting trying to figure out what was going on. I started shouting but I was so terrified... Continue Reading →
Surprisingly, my education didn’t wash away my Islam (add sarcasm), neither did my husband’s race. If only we could look past the race, religion and outward appearance of the person.
My first experience was so painful but I thank God he was gentle and he would stop whenever I made an uncomfortable sound. He was a white almost 50 year old man, his energy was that of a 20 year old but his wrinkles sold him out. Zuhura prepared me psychologically but it didn’t make... Continue Reading →
I didn’t mean to hurt him or “take his life” as he explained in his letter or a suicide note like the police called it.
On that day, I lost everything that I thought I wanted, but in return, I got everything that I know for sure that I need and that is my family. I’m happy here and I can’t have it any other way.
If that feeling didn’t explode my heart, nothing ever will. I lowered my gaze, copped and stayed out of trouble like I was instructed by my parents.
After snoozing the alarm for the third time, I was convinced that I’m fully awake. But then I decided to rest my eyes for a second before getting out of my new king size bed. “Who would even leave this comfortable bed to go and slave from 8-5?” I scoffed. “Shit” my heart started racing... Continue Reading →
He said: I was molested and talked about it; does that make me less of a man? I don’t put my hands on women; does that make me less of a man? I prefer talking and not fighting; does that make me less of a man? I cry every now and then; does that make... Continue Reading →