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, and the sharpness of the facial features, regardless of weight. … Continue reading Kibbe Dramatic: Hijabi Edition!

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 her mother in law had so much in common with … Continue reading The Eye of the Storm

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, as he thought we had a lot in common. May … Continue reading To My Sister In Faith

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 by our constant disillusion with our lack of perfection. Each… Continue reading Hot chocolate… that’s life!

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. My hands concur. My brain sluggishly accepts their verdict. Silence. … Continue reading The lines of my life

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? Transit to where? Noisy, confusing, meandering pressure in perpetual transit. Continue reading Meandering noise

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 anticipation of meeting my tribe again. My soul rests and … Continue reading Heimlich

Hanaa

I would like you to know that I care, deeply, about my family, my friends, our environment, our health, our knowledge, and how all these go hand in hand. All the goals I set out for myself, since I was a child, have to do with this interconnectedness. At one point I wanted to be a radio-host, because I liked how they could talk to … Continue reading Hanaa