Spiritual Tyranny 3!

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.

Spiritual Tyranny 2!

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 →

Tables Turn, Lesson Learned!

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 →

Man Enough!

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 →

Bed of Lies 3!

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 →

Bed of Lies 2

‘You think I’m playing? You either do as I say or pack your stuff right now and leave.” Hassan whispered. Those words struck her nerve, besides Asha; she didn’t know anybody else outside Mzee’s family. Who will she turn to? Her heart was racing and her mind couldn’t keep up with all the thoughts she... Continue Reading →

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