An encounter with the social media hate factory over a poster of a tricoloured-hijab-wearing woman.
No young Muslim girl growing up today will say she didn’t have relatable role models who looked just like her.
"You are no more, but I bear your name, with glimpses of you in me, I am here all the same"
As children, we trust our bodies to take us any and everywhere. As adults, we start to rely more on cars than ourselves, losing touch with our bodies.
This poem explores the emotional and societal aspects of abusive relationships.
What part of me would remain Muslim if I failed to comply with anything Islam asks for? What part of me would remain?