Ethical Hijab

The word fashion often reminds one of beautiful, tall, lean women who use their bodies to display clothing in the most favorable light. Thoughts of runways, models, and constantly changing trends with subsequent sales are frequent companions to the concept of fashion. The most mindful, and spiritually inclined among us try to avoid thinking too…

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Kibbe Gamine: Hijabi Edition

Do Gamines have all the fun? While they certainly can, the don’t have to, and can look as serious or sophisticated as a Dramatic or Classic. How? Keep reading to find out.

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Kibbe Dramatic: Hijabi Edition!

Dramatics are diametrically opposed to Romantics. If you’re a Dramatic, be it pure or soft, you are characterized by angularity, sharpness, strong features, an evident skeleton, which, unlike Naturals, isn’t necessarily draped in abundant musculature. This isn’t to say you must be thin, what stands out is the length of the bones, especially the limbs,…

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Fundraising for Nour Domestic Violence

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The Eye of the Storm

I just read a post by a dear fellow blogger, whom I’ve been following for a little while now, and it really resonated with me. She wrote about her mother in law’s conversion to Islam, and how they have such a special relationship despite the running preconception that in laws are meant to disagree. Because…

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To My Sister In Faith

We used to bump into each other in the elevators of our University’s Arts building as we often used the top floor to perform prayers. When I moved to a more central location to be closer to campus, I started bumping into you in my building, and the superintendent rightfully thought he should introduce us,…

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Hot chocolate… that’s life!

Originally posted on Caterpillar Cafe:
There have been people wondering about life and its purpose for about as long as humans have had intellect and practiced its use in a leisurely manner. Theories have fluctuated from purely physical in nature to metaphysical throughout the centuries and across cultures, in ways that can probably be explained…

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The lines of my life

Smile, laughter, grief, and sun lines are carved into my every expression. We’re betraying each other as we speak. Pain and joy have left their marks, signaling the map of my life. That’s the truth they holler, while I try to drown out their noise with my own voice. I’m aging. My face admits it.…

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Meandering noise

Noise. Noise in my brain. I want to do everything, but can’t concentrate on any single thing. My head hurts. Nowhere to overflow. Pressure. Noisy pressure. Confusing misdirection seems the adequate description. Everything going somewhere, but nowhere specific, chaotically meandering with unknown destinations. No end goal is visible. No transition… or is it all transition?…

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Heimlich

Being of a mixed background, and having lived in so many diverse places, having worn many different hats, I sometimes struggle to pinpoint what is home to me. I can tell you that I most definitely felt at home every time I drove into Cape Breton, seeing all the lakes, the forests, but mostly the…

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