The day I turned 12 years old I sulked for hours and hours. My soon-to-be American parents were not yet Americanized enough to know that birthdays were a Big Deal. We had guests, visiting from abroad and they were busy taking them out to eat, shop and see the attractions…

And then the Hijab came off. She was searching for a new identity, so it made sense to discard this one. She waited until no one knew. She led a double life. By day, she was the sweet Muslim girl at the college, smart, shy and laser focused on her…

And yet, Nourah, wondered, if this was love. And here, she realized, was the problem. She did not know what love was. Society and culture gave her unreal expectations on love. Not because, society and culture were out to get her, but because these notions were very profitable for certain…

She liked black men. It wasn’t a prejudice. It was just her preference. Even in their scent, black men held swagger, a heaviness, a sense of self. …

I was in Sudan for New Year’s 2018. I planned my trip for weeks. I held my breath and I counted the days. I was so excited for this holiday, for my best friend’s wedding, for my family reunion, for my homeland. It was incredibly fun and incredibly sad. …

This is post graduate life. On the other side of graduation, there are dishes and responsibilities. On the other side of graduation, there are exams and there is rent. On the other side of graduation, there are ageing parents and prepubescent younger siblings with much more attitude than when you…

Doctors don’t write. They wear white lab coats and treat patients. Doctors don’t write. They work at hospitals, they wear stethoscopes and listen to chests. Doctors don’t write. They work. And they work hard. And so I stopped writing, at least in public, where they would see me, where they…