A memoir in three parts by I K, on being the unmarried one among the married and on the plans other people make for your life.
When you’re a teenager in high school and you look around at all your friends, you imagine how strange it…
When I go out on my own, I am generally secure in how I appear to the world. A hijabi…
When I started living by myself, it meant I no longer had an in-built person with me who could go with me to do things I wanted to do…
Thoughtful reads. Writing prompts. New pieces.
It just might become your favorite email in your inbox, insha'Allah.
