It was pink. The cupcake filling was pink. In all honesty, I was expecting blue. For some reason I always thought that we’d have a boy first. Not in a gender-biased way, but in an “our family kept having dreams it was a boy so it altered our expectations” way.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away, there lived a little girl, like any other, quietly waiting for love to find her. People she trusted most told her that to be loved, she had to be desirable.
I. My grandmother’s hands were small, her fingers delicate, but they had become rough like leather from years of keeping her…
He asked her If you were once what is beneath you, Then aren’t your sleeves a bit too see-through? Isn’t…
Muslim Youth Musings presents artwork and reflections by Aima Warriach, a first-year politics student at Ryerson University in Toronto, Canada.…
I stepped out of the bus and took a deep breath. At last. The first day of school. The sun…
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