Personal
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How Istikhara Guided My Life: Personal Reflections and Misconceptions
Have you ever read the beautiful poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost? I still remember the first time I read it in my Literature class in High School. I had read hundreds of books before then and considered… Continue reading
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How to Build an Impressive Akhira CV
The other day I was crouched over my desk at home in the early hours of the morning, updating my professional cv when all of sudden I was hit with a profound insight. It was 6am and there I was… Continue reading
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7 Reasons Why I ‘Left’ Social Media
I would like to start off by admitting that the title of this post is a bit misleading. Social media is a broad term encompassing different social networks and websites. For instance, I still have my Tumblr and Twitter accounts… Continue reading
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Conquering Your Fears
Something profound happened to me the other day and I don’t think I’ll ever see or experience the feeling of fear the same way ever again. You see, for the most part of my life I lived in fear. The… Continue reading
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2022: First Quarter Current Favourites
Assalam alaykum lovelies! I put up a poll on my instagram story a while ago and asked if you guys would like me to share an updated list of my current favourite things and 100% of those of you that… Continue reading
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My Pregnancy Experience
Assalam alaykum my beautiful people. I pray you are all doing well and most importantly are keeping safe; the omicron variant is not playing at all. My son’s first birthday is in a couple of days (most likely the day… Continue reading
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10 Hard Lessons of 2019
Assalam alaykum lovelies! I hope you are all feeling great today and on track to smashing the rest of your goals for this month. Can you believe there’s just a few more days to wrap up this year? A few… Continue reading
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Saudade
Numb. She wet her face with the frosty water and stared at her cold reflection in the mirror. Happiness, she can’t remember what that tasted like. Her rosy lips grew purple and her mouth was crisp as cotton. Left to… Continue reading
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Therapeutic
“Who are you? Tell me who is Hasiya?” My eyes rested on the dark pair of eyes that was inches away from my face and was deeply fixated on me…his eyes were a pool of concern and curiosity. His question sounded… Continue reading
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Amor
I met love. It looked like the sunset in the horizon. It was bright, burning and beautiful. It had the elegance of the moon and the softness of the Cuban wind. It had a laugh that was echoed by the… Continue reading
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