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The Friendships

My baby sister is in town, but I dislike all of the photos we took together, so instead you’re getting a photo she took of me, in my usual state…

The Loss

Two great losses in the span of six days. Neither expected. One with whom I grew up, and the other whom I had hoped to watch grow into an extraordinary…

The Caretakers

You can’t love a friend enough to do their work for them. You can’t love a friend enough to heal them on their behalf. And you most certainly can’t care…

The Power of D

That’s not a smile that had been showing itself for quite a while, such is the power of Vitamin D. Please consider this a cautionary tale for everyone, but especially…

The Robin

Until today. The robin landed unusually close as I stood outside, and she** didn’t fly away when I approached. Rather, she hopped along, signaling an inability to fly. Injured foot,…

The Architecture of Second Chances

I’m not discussing small missteps rooted in the best of intentions, or coming from a place of love and landing heavily. As shitty as these moments are, they exist because…

The Ambitious Motivation

I believe this filter might be called Jaundiced. Also, it has been three months since I sliced and diced my hair. Like, how short was it, if this is three…

The Return to Office

I’m standing in a building around which there is nothing. The coffee is as absolute shit as the food. The windows don’t open, and there is banging construction. How am…

The Conflict Resolution Language (c)

Look at my smile. I’m back in the office one day a week, and I’m excited. I’m interrupting everyone’s work to chat because 1) it’s Ramadan and every Muslim needs…

The Shit About To Dip

A friend sent me a tweet which read “when […] someone makes us uncomfortable and we choose to be polite instead of honest, all we’re doing is holding onto all…

The No Chill Zone

A two and a half hour walk to cover all things missed over the last month or so of secrets sharing, when J-Canary said “I have come to accept that…

The Reinforcements

“The rules for happiness: have something to do, someone to love, and something to hope for.” -Kant, who always could. I have always loved Kant; the only reason I refused…

The Hopefuls

We love this shirt, yeah? It’s my favourite new piece and it works as well with jeans or dressier straight-legged pants. But that’s not why we’re here… Shaytaan told God…

The Main Character

Preamble: This piece sets aside the trauma of abuse committed by narcissistic parents, and partners. Manipulation and harm wholly intended to in fact erode the abused individual’s worth so that…

The Ulcer-Giving

The first time I ever articulated it was in Uni. I remember it so clearly, because it remains a rule by which I live – “Give them your ulcer.” Even…

The Longer Road

“Do your little bit of good where you are; its those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” -Desmond Tutu That’s Therese on the left, and her…

The Social Media Exodus

Taken during an evening walk full of belly-laughs, and nothing but peace and calm in a world that feels as though it has been turned on its head (for me…

The Legacy

So often it’s asked, What advice would you give your younger self? No doubt an important question, because it should indicate an evolution of self; but here’s a more interesting…

The Euphoria

2015, November 18 was when it had last happened, moments before I took this photo on a Ferris wheel in London’s Marylebone neighbourhood. And only once before, in 2009 while…

the incense(d) heart – a new poetry collection

My heart fell apart and stitched herself together over the years. the incense(d) heart is a reflection of loves lost, and those which continue to keep me. It may be…

The Last Lake Vignette

Wake-up came naturally, and without an alarm somewhere between 6 and 7. With coffee in hand, I was, by the time we left, snowshoeing 6 km before my workday began….

The Third Lake Vignette

From Montreal, he and his girlfriend were on The Lake for two weeks in this corner mint-coloured cabin. I called him George Katsopolis, though his name was in fact Jeremy….

The Second Lake Vignette

This scene on the lake, it has as much energy and socializing as I am willing or open to engaging. I promised a friend that I would write this second…

The New Poetry Collection (by yours truly)

I have been sat on this a while now, and so it is with great excitement that I share it. My publisher has asked for a second book of poetry, and it…

The First Lake Vignette

I snowshoe around this lake daily. Clearing my head, forcing me to move, fresh air, peace and quiet, the reasons are endless. One of the houses dropping back onto the…

The Sailor

In her right arm, she had wrapped an empty plastic bottle and was carrying it around like a baby. I had met and fallen in love with this little Maasai…

The Turn On

“& they lived happily ever after” is where most love stories end, but I will always hold true to my belief that this is precisely where meaningful love stories begin….

The Lover’s Fetish

“Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.” -Rumi The most recent (extremely privileged) piece which I published –…

The Relationship Theater

Editorial caveat: What follows about me comes with zero judgement regarding the choices of others. I am for everyone’s love affair, no matter the flavour they need to remain in…

The Late 30s

This is a thing which I’ve discussed with my girlfriends, but hadn’t thought to put into writing until now. For the last few years of my 30s and first couple…

The Sandpaper Dunya

If she had missed the bus, she’d have been forced to wait a minimum of 30 more minutes. The sun had set, taking her warmth, making way for the cooler…

The Rebound

We may have had this conversation in the past – do you believe that there is such a thing as a rebound relationship? And do you avoid those just out…

Maha Monday: My new piece’s past

Dear Maha, (Name withheld) I have been dating for a few months now. I thought he was perfect until last week when he told me a few things about his…

The Playing In Traffic

When I was 13, I broke my femur running into traffic while a boy led. He was the son of our neighbors at the time, only a year older to…

The Decision Fatigue**

Choosing to wear Malcolm is the only choice I am left able to make, it seems. Let me caveat this post by (re)articulating how being single is a choice which…

The Deliberate Choices

The Fragility piece generated a lot of very shy DMs from women regarding the following – “The alternative is to engage men about whom I could not give a shit;…

The Fragility

“You need to date someone who already loves you,” was what she said. I had him once. He was my best friend, but I was not ready, and ultimately –…

The Wedding

Paris • 8 August, 2020 Jennifer and Guillaume. But really. This is Jennifer. During my sabbatical, Jennifer’s home was my first non-blood-family home to which I went. When I was…

The Ramadan Challenge

Ramadan is (likely set) to start on Thursday, inshAllah. These past few weeks have taught us that nothing is in our control but our intentions (not outcomes), and our actions…

Day 34 of Staying the Fuck Home

I actually really dig it. I hope that you’re all staying safe and sound, inshAllah, and gearing up for Ramadan ♥️ Comments closed.