
‘Can You Really Be a Queer Muslim?’: Intersectionality and the Complexity of Identity

Reflections on My Dysfunctional Family
I always felt as though my brother had the power to turn me invisible, as if his presence automatically equalled my absence. We used to be best friends, back when I was only a little girl. It didn’t last long at all, but I’ll always cherish the feeling of being naive enough to believe I had a big brother by my side who would protect me forever…

Love After Care: My Experience of Abuse and Homelessness, and Why We Need to Talk About Trauma
Dozens of adults who were paid to care for me instead abused me too, and I understood this as confirmation I was unlovable. It further normalised abuse. I thought that’s simply how life was for everyone and therefore that’s just how life would always be…