We all have the hasty mornings with the awkward fold in our hair, slightly at the back and off-centre of our head, that sometimes we manage to straighten; and others we remember only after passing the entire parent teacher school community in our sunglasses when it’s Jan. 2nd and it’s clearly overcast. We all have… Continue reading What’s the difference, anyway!
I Don’t Know this Much is True
I don't know. I just don't. Who would've thought this may just be the most profound and contenting statement as I approach 'The Fourth Decade According to myself'. Not me. I really, truly and foolishly thought that by the time I would get to the age that my father was when I was 10, I… Continue reading I Don’t Know this Much is True
Words as Weapons
Words are weapons of mass destruction. I am going to pile a bunch of words together to make two obvious hastily generalising remarks. They may appear disjointed at first, but I will work my way to conjoining them in a stream-of-consciousness-type narrative eventually. Women are complacent in perpetuating a patriarchal world. Patriarchy sucks hard for men too… Continue reading Words as Weapons
All Good Things Come in 7s. Not Really, But this List Does!
So. I spent the summer reaching the finales of ALL my favourite shows & then staring into the abyss, feeling empty & aimless not knowing quite what do with my eyes and ears. See, my summer evenings were more homebound than I had originally envisaged - never mind that they were spent in various cities… Continue reading All Good Things Come in 7s. Not Really, But this List Does!
Seeing is Believing: In Search of [The Right] Heroines Part II
Speaking of finding the right female voices that I would like my daughter exposed to, I have been thinking a lot about aspirational women and how often (or not) we, in the Arab region, are given the opportunity to truly see them, hear them and, more importantly, to relate to their experience and aspire to be… Continue reading Seeing is Believing: In Search of [The Right] Heroines Part II
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In search of [the right] heroines part 1. I drive my daughter to school everyday. She is four and daily we sing along to the radio as she begins to ask me about the lyrics. "Why is this person 'feeling complicated' mama? She is saying she 'realises she is not alone', that's great! I will… Continue reading The First Mini But Mighty Post: