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 →
"I don't wanna be hopeless, a pretty girl with no focus. A single mom with like four kids. Never had much, never owned shit. And no school and no diplomas."
"Shule ya rap niligraduate from a sunguch to a GOAT"
“People do anything to be involved in everything, Inclusion is a hell of a drug”.
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 →
It was a glorious adventure and it sent chills down my spine.
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.
I can't see myself putting my heart out there again; I don't think it can survive another inferno.
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.
Primadona 