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.
This has been sitting on my mind way too long and I just can’t take it anymore. On 19th June an independently organized TEDx event posted, and then removed, a talk from the TEDx YouTube channel that the event organizer had titled: “Why our perception of paedophilia has to change.” I don’t know about you... Continue Reading →
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 →
Halima went straight to Hassan’s bedroom and banged the door with fury. The rage suddenly departed when his wife opened the door instead of him. Halima went from a lion to a rat in a second, trying her best to hide her watery eyes. “Can I help you?” Samira asked, for the first time in... Continue Reading →