I wouldn’t care if my soulmate didn’t want me.

There is no doubt in my mind that the outraged attitudes of men toward rejection are sourced to entitlement, not pain, and certainly not love. However, in the likely event that anyone would plead otherwise, I am going to state outright that I would not care if my soulmate didn’t want me. “You’ve never had …

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A woman has the absolute right to voice her frustrations against a Prophet. Sit. Down.

I am not aware that I love the Prophet. Unless I am in Makkah or Madina, where I can feel him in the mountains and the marketplace, I feel no love for him. (“You do love him then,” you might say, to which I would respond, not nearly significantly enough as I am expected.) I …

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It's the morning after removing my earrings and I'm spending it lying around. See my earrings, the lonely double helix studs, now without their crowning crescent moons. Ah, the most noticeable thing about this picture, the throbbing emptiness. Despite the lack of my signature red lipstick (or any makeup really other than the obligatory eyeliner) …

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