Dear Ayah

Dear Ayah

  I’ve stopped signing my name now. 48 years since my first one, I’ve realised that each letter is merely a continuation of the previous – a never ending reel of my ruminations. I can still remember my very first time. My hands were shaking ever so... Read more
In Search of Me

In Search of Me

I was requested to add this article here, as many who read it in the June issue of SISTERS enjoyed it. Thank you for the love! — LY. The talaq has been uttered; the khula’ has gone through. Bags have been packed, things have been moved, and you’re a... Read more
Daughter of a Tough Man

Daughter of a Tough Man

A slight breeze teased the high grass into a slow sway of back and forth, stroking my cheeks softly. The gentle momentum of the swing as my legs intermittently tapped the ground was soothing, and I could feel the passing of my favourite season making way for waves of... Read more
Wealth Surrounds Me

Wealth Surrounds Me

Wealth surrounds me but I’m not wealth itself. The spot where my birthmark lies breathes richness too fine for their blind eyes. An inhale of warmth beneath blue skies and buried treasures intertwined amongst lies. I’m from a monarch, a family of a name... Read more
Dirty

Dirty

Her eyes remained fixed on her hands. Hands that she rubbed carefully, washing them with her unspoken desire to be cleansed and freed from the bondage she was placed under. She spoke little, and that which she uttered was low, measured, and precise. I’d arranged... Read more
I’m Not Perfect

I’m Not Perfect

His lips scrunched into a tight ball, accentuated with lines around its rim. His small nostrils flared in time with the rapid rise and fall of his thinly covered chest – the very chest that had had difficulty inhaling enough air on several occasions in the... Read more

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