The [Late] NYC Tourist

Touristy Times in Manhattan, New York City Six months and a week of my life were spent on the East Coast. While this may not seem like a lot to fellow travelers or those who move around a lot, uprooting my life for six months with no definite return date was definitely an insanely spontaneous and adventurous decision I made… Read more →

The Unexpected Has Been Kicking My Ass… but Failing to Keep Me Down

“Wow! The craziest things always happen to you, don’t they?” She shakes her head, as if I purposely run after the crazy moments that fill my life. “Yeah, SubhanAllah. I’m just always surrounded by…” I try to think of the right word to describe what I have thought were normal occurrences. “Adventure. No wonder you’re a writer. You always have… Read more →

Adventure Diary of a Muslim-American Hijabi, entry #9

Original entry on December 1, 2014 I haven’t written one of these entries in a while despite the amount of crazy adventures I have been experiencing on a daily basis, especially in New York. Based on certain experiences, I sometimes joke that apparently all hijabis must look the same… Today, I was brought back to remembering winter quarter of 2009… Read more →

The Misadventures of a Lost Hijabi in Brooklyn

Seeking adventure? Love getting lost in new cities?? If you need advice or tips on “how to best get lost on the subway system and wander into shady neighborhoods only to find yourself in the boonies terrified for your life” I’m your girl! Worried that you have always had a great sense of direction? No worries! I’m here to change… Read more →

San Diegan in the City that Never Sleeps

“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” – Sigmund Freud “You believe you haven’t been doing well for so long? You think you won’t find anything for you here?” I knew that look. He wanted a straight answer, no appeasing him and mama about how I have been faring after grad school.… Read more →

Adventure Diary of a Muslim-American Hijabi, entry #7

Original entry on May 20, 2014 Last Thursday, after my parents read my 6th entry, my dad called me, very worried, to discuss alternative ways in which I could have handled the situation. I stepped outside of the coffee shop because, like a true Arab, I needed plenty of space to pace back and forth and throw around hand gestures… Read more →