Being Mrs. Kubra

A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

See, ever since I could talk and read and write, I wanted to be a teacher. Everything I did revolved around teaching, and from what little my parents recall about me, I was a bilingual, fluent chatterbox with an overflowing imagination. What better way to channel it all than to teach? My cousins still remember… Continue reading A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

Being Mrs. Kubra

Ma’a Salama (Goodbye)

​As teachers all around the world will know, sometimes it feels like the world might very well end but the academic year won't. The days drag on, piles of paperwork continue appearing out of thin air and the only thing propelling you onward is 'The Last Day'. We spend so much of our careers wishing… Continue reading Ma’a Salama (Goodbye)

Being Mrs. Kubra

I removed my hijab…

I said I wouldn't do it. I said it made me feel uneasy, naked. But... Two weeks ago, I began suffering from a searing headache exasperated further by working long hours at computer screens and fewer hours of sleep each night (must be delayed jet-lag?). It lasted a week. Combing, washing, drying, and fixing up… Continue reading I removed my hijab…