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
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?