I can’t tell if everyone else has this problem, or if it’s just me. It’s too damn hard to find cute, modest clothes for summer. My closet is full of last year’s sweaters, a bunch of men’s t-shirts, and an embarrassing amount of plaid, none of which I can actually pull off. Most Muslim girls… Continue reading I hate fashion
I was never voted “Most likely to-” anything in high school, but I always liked the concept of superlatives. About a week ago the thought popped into my head that it’d be pretty funny to do for Ramadan. Every year we all fall into our own patterns. I will admit, I’m most likely to sleep… Continue reading Ramadan Superlatives
I bought the domain “awkwardmuslimgirl.com.” I don’t know why, but I did, and here we are. Its all mine now. I’m too possessive for my own good. And really, I have no business spending money on a domain for a website that I hardly use. But I’ve spent more on things I’ve used even less,… Continue reading We’re Official!
My life hasn’t been very funny lately, and I was debating whether or not I should even keep this blog up. But I like the concept of it. I really like what it used to be, but then life got a little to busy and a little sad and kinda boring, so I didn’t post… Continue reading *Nervous Laughter*
At the end of the day, I know that I’m doing my best to be nice to people, and I recognize and accept the fact that a lot of times, people aren’t trying very hard to be nice to me. And somehow that makes it a little easier. Almost as if being nice has become something rebellious. Everyone just wants to push your buttons.
Ironically, I was planning on writing a post about how well everything was going before this happened. A close friend of mine passed away very recently. I made a post a long time ago when my grandmother passed away, and I wrote about how I couldn’t cry anymore. How it felt wrong to be okay. But… Continue reading Grieving Alone
I don’t even know why I’m posting this on here. But I was outside looking at some flowers. I thought a really fat bug must have landed on my arm or something so i flicked it off. It wasn’t a bug. It was a poo. Im so mad. Thats what I get for going outside.… Continue reading I GOT POOPED ON
Does it ever just make you want to cry, to think that Allah has promised you something better? And you know its there, but you can’t see it, and you cant touch it, and until it reaches you, you’re fumbling around and making mistakes. And sometimes they’re big mistakes. And sometimes they’re small mistakes. And… Continue reading Something Better
I spent a solid hour explaining to my sister that she’s better looking than she thinks she is, but she doesn’t realize it because she’s not used to her own face. Like, she thinks she has certain unfavorable traits because she focuses on those when she looks in the mirror and scrutinizes them far beyond what… Continue reading Thoughts
Body image is a tricky thing to write about. It’s hard to be encouraging about it without being cheesy or cliche. I’ve never responded well to that kind of encouragement. I decided a long time ago I couldn’t simply declare “I love myself” just because some flowery computer graphic told me to. I don’t find… Continue reading Stare At Your Face Until You Like It