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Not Your Spice Girl

Much of South Asian literature is themed around food – milk and honey, saffron and cinnamon, jalebis and gulab jamuns, turmeric and mangos. Our food is electric in hues, decadent, an explosion of flavour, medicinal in nature.

I get why food takes centre stage in South Asian literature; alot of our parents expressed their love through food. While South Asian cooking is a part of my identity – after all, our ancestral land was colonized in some part for those commodities – it’s not a significant part of my story as a person.

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Miscellaneous

Femme Inspiration: Mikala Monsoon

I wish I wasn’t an anxiety ridden introvert – I’d host a monthly salon, where all my favourite creative voices from the internet and beyond could have a meeting of minds. We’d change the world if we shed the doubt that mundane, relentless adulthood has a way of beating into us. The benefit of expanding your emotional and creative intelligence has become so underrated in a world of capitalism and rushing to work and scrolling through an endless sea of digital nonsense and never having time for anything because we’re all oh-so-busy competing to be the most productive – but what are we doing it all for?

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Femme Inspiration: Yrsa Daley-Ward

I appreciate that recycling words by other people is what Tumblr is for (isn’t it? I actually don’t understand Tumblr), but sometimes I find literary pieces that inspire me so much, I just want to share them with you guys. Almost like a poetry club, because I have no friends to do a real life one with, ok? Cool, let’s do it.

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Miscellaneous

Frida Kahlo on being strange

I’ve been obsessed with Frida Kahlo for as long as I can remember and I always want to write about why – but so complex is her lingering aura that remains, I can’t find the right words yet. Anyways, I saw this quote that is allegedly from an extract of her diary and it really resonated with me, so I wanted to share it regardless.

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Thinkpieces

It’s a London Thing

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I wrote something recently about the London Bridge terror attacks for MuslimGirl.com, which you can read now.

I won’t expand on it here, but please do have a read and let me know your thoughts on it. And in light of it, I’d like to share some of my favourite quotes on my hometown – and in my opinion, the greatest city on earth. Go ahead, @ me bruh.

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Poems

To The Women Of My Blood

A perception of South Asian women has lingered

That they are inherently submissive, naive, hidden from the world behind dupattas and burkas

But I look to the women of my bloodline who arrived before me

Audacious, uncompromising, unbearable to the men who don’t want to hear them

Bold looks, big dreams, words armed with wit

It’s dangerous

Some will try and bring you down to earth where they want you to belong

But you are flying, dazzling, undefeated

Your mother brought you and my mother to a cold strange land for a better life

And as your necklace rests on my chest I remember

To never compromise, to never bow my head in submission, to be free

As we laid you to rest, the birds were flying above

And I just knew

You were flying with them

For my dear Aunt Fauzia, 1959 – 2017

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Poems

Zubaida’s 1947

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Zubaida and the children left their home to discover a new religious refuge

Her husband would catch up with her later, he had to do what men do

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Poems

To The Women Of My Blood

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In memory of Fauzia Ahmed, 1959 – 2017

A perception of South Asian women has lingered

That they are inherently submissive, naive, hidden from the world behind dupattas and burkas

But I look to the women of my bloodline who arrived before me