this made my heart ache. i love how you write. as a non-muslim i could not relate to a lot, i admit, but as a brown person, i can understand. i love you guys i have nothing to offer except my own prayers.
This is so beautifully written and articulated and I’m in awe of how gorgeously you write. This moved me in ways you cannot imagine. I could see the scenes play out and I felt the emotions of love, belonging, joy and uncertainty in your words. Amazing
never has an essay on here made me cry, but there’s a first time for everything hey? i’ve been out here saying (though possibly with all the wrong words) that i don’t relate to the white and western construct of girlhood. this essay perfectly articulated the finer shades of an experience that otherwise felt wholly unrelatable. your writing is so, so beautiful & tender — i felt myself get sadder as the little scrolly bar kept making its way to the bottom of the page, knowing that this essay i couldn’t get enough of, was coming to an end. thank u so much for this❤️🩹❤️🩹
“the pain and dread our young selves had gone through for a slither of what we believed was love. “ hit me like a ton of bricks.
I inhaled this piece. You do such a good job of painting a vivid picture and guiding us with your sense of humor and wit. The checking up on you in the bathroom bit is so real. 😩
Fabliha!! "I told myself that it couldn’t be and decided to stick to the image of remembering her ferocious teenage self instead because that was easier than what was in front of me." A feeling so true and real.
we're all alike and that is so beautiful, this piece is so dear to me now. (also, i feel so seen about the bathroom part, i never knew that other people hid like that too 😭)
haram😡☝️ (ive done all of this and am literally the final boss of kafir) very well written and fun!
this made my heart ache. i love how you write. as a non-muslim i could not relate to a lot, i admit, but as a brown person, i can understand. i love you guys i have nothing to offer except my own prayers.
being queer, being desi, being a girl in the west… feeling myself reflected in this piece. saving this one; love your writing style 🩷🩷
"maybe girlhood meant helping each other be wanted" 10/10
This is so beautifully written and articulated and I’m in awe of how gorgeously you write. This moved me in ways you cannot imagine. I could see the scenes play out and I felt the emotions of love, belonging, joy and uncertainty in your words. Amazing
thank you so so much <3
never has an essay on here made me cry, but there’s a first time for everything hey? i’ve been out here saying (though possibly with all the wrong words) that i don’t relate to the white and western construct of girlhood. this essay perfectly articulated the finer shades of an experience that otherwise felt wholly unrelatable. your writing is so, so beautiful & tender — i felt myself get sadder as the little scrolly bar kept making its way to the bottom of the page, knowing that this essay i couldn’t get enough of, was coming to an end. thank u so much for this❤️🩹❤️🩹
wow thank u so so much <3
'We agreed that it either meant he doesn’t eat halal, or maybe he wants his ass eaten''.
I so enjoy reading all that u write.
the visceral quality of this work is truly something of beauty. heart wrenching. beautiful. thank you for writing.
god I loved reading this. I can picture everything like a movie, all the beautiful and fun scenes playing out one after another.
thank you, i needed this.
thank u for ur honesty. I feel so seen :(<3
“the pain and dread our young selves had gone through for a slither of what we believed was love. “ hit me like a ton of bricks.
I inhaled this piece. You do such a good job of painting a vivid picture and guiding us with your sense of humor and wit. The checking up on you in the bathroom bit is so real. 😩
Fabliha!! "I told myself that it couldn’t be and decided to stick to the image of remembering her ferocious teenage self instead because that was easier than what was in front of me." A feeling so true and real.
we're all alike and that is so beautiful, this piece is so dear to me now. (also, i feel so seen about the bathroom part, i never knew that other people hid like that too 😭)
beautiful; youre beautiful
so beautifully written