Some of you have asked how you'd know when I've released a novel. I'm not sure if I'd announce it here since it has little to do with Islam and feminism, but I never distinguish between subject areas anyway. If you'd like to follow news about my writing in other areas... all my socials are …
Pronouns
Some of you have spoken to me before. On the phone. Through video. In person. There's no trace of a residual accent. I moved to California when I was 2 years old. I can hardly speak my mother tongue. "You sound so Californian!" some of you have exclaimed, and then (incorrectly), "Are you from LA?" …
Some modest announcements.
Look, I know I'm like that wild world-traipsing aunt you have with outlandish fashion choices who disappears for three years and then comes bearing gifts to buy earn your love, but the good thing about her is that... she comes bearing gifts. My short story, "How to Love a Rabbit" was published in Catapult magazine. …
Don’t bother boycott Hajj.
If you weren't boycotting Saudi for its exploitation of women or for its reign of terror over Yemen, don't bother skipping on Hajj to protest how expensive it is for your poor little pockets. By all means, go. Cry vacantly over your soul. Muslims who value money over blood need all the redemption they can …
It’s my way or… I guess I’m taking the highway.
In the midst of frustrations with my tragus, I’ve arrived to a realization about my body, and that’s if it reacts with complications to being wounded—i.e. those helix piercings that weren’t healing because I ran my hairbrush through them—it’s not going to heal properly around the wound unless I completely remove the piercing, let the …
Continue reading It’s my way or… I guess I’m taking the highway.
I have not had a chance to post lengthily or respond to emails yet so I am providing quick responses to your inquiries about me
How are your earrings? Good! I still haven't yet repierced the lost upper double helix on the left ear, but my right ear has a helix, tragus, and daith piercing. They aren't healing without complications because my hair notoriously wants to entangle and fully swallow any object in orbit, but they're still healing pretty well. …
A Class Act
While waiting in line, a woman sporting a Louis Vuitton handbag exclaimed to me that she was absolutely enamored with my purse. It’s black lace, with unexpected gold zipper detailing over the front. “Where did you get it?” she asked. I replied that I could not remember: it was some random place in the open …
the fatal feminist 