I don’t know. On Friday I discovered the heavenly, and embarrassingly scandalous, lyrical genius of Beyonce’s latest album. I’m obsessed with the song Partition, and as someone who absentmindedly sings while doing things around the house, my current worst fear is getting caught singing “he Monica Lewinskied all over my gown” at the top of… Continue reading Anecdotes from my weekend
There’s this annoying kid in my math class who takes the bus with me sometimes. He always used to ask me about math class and walk me to my classroom when I got off the bus and it was the most awkward thing ever. And then one day he just stopped talking to me. And… Continue reading A Boy Watched Me Sleep on the Bus
No, I’m not currently a hijabi. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. A lot. Yesterday I got the “hijab talk” from my parents for like, the third time. I know I definitely want to do it. I just don’t know when. And I don’t want to do it just because my parents… Continue reading Hijab?
I went to the masjid with my family last weekend. You know what that means? It means on the way there I sat in the car for an hour playing Temple Run on my iPod while my dad lectured my mom, my sister, and I about things we already knew. And when we finally got… Continue reading Awkward Moments in the Masjid are Awkward