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The Home

I’ve never wanted an actual physical house, but I’ve always known that if I were to live in anything, I’d want a small little cottage like the one above. (1)…

The Vivid Dreamer Oracle

(Reposted from 2012.) “Oracle” is what another calls me, while Blue calls me “Vivid Dreamer.” Let me start with the women in my mum’s family; we dream. I learnt very…

The Love of An Open Hand

I promised to write this piece last time, and it’s been coming to me in waves – what it means to love with an open hand. It means to love…

The Middle of the Night Wake-up Call

There is an entire world of metaphysical magic within the realm of Islam, and it is where the hearts of Sufiis rest. We believe that energy between people links and…

The Big Dick Energy

“Are you high maintenance?,” she asked over lunch through a relatively rowdy group. It’s a question that’s sat with me for the last three weeks. I answered as honestly as…

The Baby Cousin

Reemo Bobeemo. Nineteen years between us. On my way home from Uni, I’d go to my uncle’s to see her, walk in and singsong Hiii-iiii. It became her first word….

The Love Language

I’m on holidays as of Monday COB so hopeful I have more time to write over the coming two weeks, inshAllah. We went for a hike and a picnic, then…

The Deserving

He had a natural green thumb, and then worked hard to enrich his knowledge. He’s the one who was the first to learn that I thought Mr. Peanut made peanuts…

The Male Energy

She asked me if I’d ignored it. I responded honestly that that wasn’t it. But because I hadn’t considered the question before she posed it, I couldn’t quite put my…

The Leadership

The primary difference is that we respond to managers, but we follow leaders. A leader is someone we like, and trust, because whose following someone they’re not down with, or…

The New Year’s Du3aas

I got lucky enough to spend some of yesterday with two of my favourite girls ❤️ Heading into this new year, some du3aas for us all – Allahuma inni astakheeruka…

The Friendship Season

The past year has been full of beginnings for me, after a decade of challenge; this photo was taken on my birthday when I was surrounded by my family, and…

Guerrilla Giving: How not to be a self-involved asshole

I first wrote and published this piece in 2011, and it is my favourite one to recycle annually, so welcome this 2022 edition. The driver behind this piece is simply…

The Questions

Why did You allow famine? Why did You permit the rape and abuse of innocents? Why did You build rooms inside of which creation might plan and later execute genocide?…

The Being Better, But How?

She’s really a sight during Autumn, isn’t she? For some time, I’ve been trying to figure out how to be a better Muslim. What more can I do, in which…

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…