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I help Muslim women reconnect with their writing and I teach creative writing in a way that's fun and intuitive. I love to see writers begin to believe in themselves again, break through their struggles and resistance, and show up on the page in all their brilliance.
Salaam Reader, I was talking a friend the other day who, like me, grew up without extended family nearby. As adults, it feels like we missed out on so much. Those feelings resurface for me every time someone passes away. It’s a strange kind of grief, to mourn someone who you’re supposed to be close to, but aren’t. I had written an essay about this after my nani passed away. I told my friend I’d share the essay with her and I thought I’d share it with you too. You can read it here on my blog....
Salaam Reader, The day that Hossam Shabat, a journalist from Gaza, was martyred, I was planning to send an email about including your writing dreams in your duas in these blessed last ten nights of Ramadan. But when I opened Instagram that morning and saw the news, a deep sense of despair set in. Watching Israel resume the horrific violence against Palestinians has been dismaying but there was something about Hossam being killed that felt like a gut punch. I used to follow him on Instagram...
Salaam Reader, I didn’t used to write in Ramadan. Many years ago, before I started teaching writing, before any of my stories were published, before I began to think of my writing as something worthy of care and attention, I used to take a break from writing in Ramadan. Just like I took a break from listening to music and watching movies, I also took a break from writing. It pains me now to think that I used to treat my writing as something wasteful and indulgent — akin to watching a movie —...