I contain multitudes.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself; (I am large, I contain multitudes.) – Walt Whitman Song of Myself – Leaves of Grass (1892-92) When we are kids, we hardly ever question who we are; we just are. I was an exuberant child and my emotions were intense. Whether I was happy,…

Letters to a Young Muslim

How do you juggle two identities? How do you combine East and West? Do you dare ask what they have in common? Letters to a Young Muslim immediately caught my eye in the local bookstore. Its cover is a bright blue with intricate patterns of silver and gold and I couldn’t help but pick it up….

Take me home yaqay

Yaqay – Somali word used to emphasize emotion/urgency in speech. Such a beautiful word that describes how I felt reading through the chapbook of Warsan Shire, called Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth. She was born in Kenia, to Somali parents, and lives in London. I am amazed by her poetry, even more so than Rupi Kaur‘s….