‘Can You Really Be a Queer Muslim?’: Intersectionality and the Complexity of Identity
All About Love: Generational Trauma and its Relation to Mother-Daughter Love
My mother gave me the form of love she recognised. The one where you knew you were being taken care of, but your feelings and your ability to make choices for your future were discouraged. Yet, as I entered my twenties and observed my mother soften with age, she began reflecting on her own childhood; she made a shift in the way she perceived me, interacted with me, and began to understand a kind of love my grandmother failed to give her…
‘Without a Mother, I Don’t Know How to be One’: A Personal Reflection
I was caught in a constant spiral of picturing what I could never have – running my hands over a bump, holding a newborn. Seeing mothers with small children was like being stabbed and watching anyone act a birthing scene on TV was like drinking acid. I told myself it was biology, hormones, being almost forty. Time was running out, that was all…