The Last Word

Everyday we are reminded of the effects of climate change. Whether it is scalding hot temperatures, wildfires or unprecedented flooding, we are constantly reminded that our world is continuously burning, to put it gently.

I grew up envious of girls who had periods that lasted three days or less.

In March of this year my husband and I lived through our worst nightmare.

The scrutiny black sports women endure about their bodies as they move through this world is ruthless.

This is week three in my husband’s home country. I like coming here, it helps me to recharge my batteries.

Things are slowly reopening here and the excitement feels almost like Christmas.

When dealing with things that are intangible, the reality of them being dangerous can at times feel unreal.

The rules are finally being relaxed after a long seven months in isolation.

When I was growing up, experience and personal growth were never the factors people considered before having children.

I rarely ever give my clothing away after a trend has passed.

It is easy to imagine ourselves in situations and give idealistic solutions freely without actually experiencing something.

I remember my first brush with Islamophobic sentiments like it was yesterday.

Sometimes it’s hard to escape being exposed to the violence that is happening around us.

My late godmother used to say that she was really happy about the time period in which she was born.

I have never worn sunscreen on my face up until this year.

Life feels stagnant and unfair. Lockdown where I live seems never ending.

Since the pandemic began, women have faced the brunt of it.

It is exhausting to constantly speak about things that hurt you.

My friend wished me “Happy Election-versary” earlier this week, a joking reminder of how mentally draining Elections 2020 was and how we both shared our fear and anxiousness during the impasse that followed the voting.

After not cycling for about five months, on Thursday morning I finally got on my bike to go a doctor’s appointment about 15 minutes away from home.