As I pulled onto my driveway after a tiring day I did my usual routine of turning off the engine and sitting in silence for a few minutes. Usually, nothing really sparks my… Continue reading
21. The number of months that passed before I healed. At least I thought I had healed.
I don’t quite know where to start except to say I’m here – after a year, I’m still here.
Two and a half years ago, I wasn’t Muslim but I felt the sisterhood, it was real and it was such an amazing feeling.