Being Mrs. Kubra, Me, Me, Me

To all the children I hold close to my heart…

Ten months before I upped and moved to Qatar, I lost my first child in a miscarriage. After 4 years and 500 failed attempts at writing this without sounding cliché or cringe, here I am on my 31st birthday, ready to embrace the cringe. This has been a long time coming. * We're living through… Continue reading To all the children I hold close to my heart…

Me, Me, Me

CORONAVIRUS: How am I coping? Here’s a personal update.

I must say I'm not loving how all my recent blogs scream CORONAVIRUS (do you say it in Cardi B's voice, too?) but it has unintentionally turned into a 'series' so I'll stick with it. Get your coffee and get comfy because this post is a long one.I didn't experience the full psychological impact of… Continue reading CORONAVIRUS: How am I coping? Here’s a personal update.

31 Day Challenge October

Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost

I feel like today's prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be. I'm making fun of it now because after two years of living in quietude, I feel like I can talk about it as if it… Continue reading Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost

Diasporic Identity

I’m an oppressed Muslim woman?

Earlier this week it was International Women's Day and like all other days - Mother's day, Father's day, Independence day - it was difficult to acknowledge the day let alone engage in any discussions. You see, my problem isn't with the day nor with those who celebrate it, my problem is with the fight. Commemorative… Continue reading I’m an oppressed Muslim woman?