[this is a snippet of my article for Hello Giggles which you can find here.]
At the very start of 2020, I met the love of my life. From the beginning, I knew if the relationship blossomed into something more serious, the journey would be fraught with hardship, guilt, and a semblance of questioning where I stand not just with my culture, but my religion and family, too.
My family is from Bangladesh and we’re Muslim. But as someone who is U.K. born and raised, I consider myself assimilating more to the Western cultural norms and values, preferring the freedom…
so guess what?
For the next few days, THE ART OF FAKING IT will be free to get as an ebook on Amazon Kindle!!! Exciting or what?
It deals with everything from mental health, romance + heartbreak, a great and funny love interest, lots of delicious food, sarcastic friends and sibling banter… and the hard hitting stuff.
There are themes of emotional/psychological and physical abuse, as well as mentions of sexual assault.
how’s your Saturday going so far? i’ve got a couple deadlines in a few days and instead of doing that, i’m rewatching Modern Family. (as if i didn’t finish it like three days ago lmao). I just wanted to make this post to let you all know about my cute (new!!!!!) cover for THE ART OF FAKING IT
For those of you that don’t know, THE ART OF FAKING IT is my New Adult/early twenties novel about a British-Bangladeshi young woman…
Haaaaaaaaii everyone (✿◠‿◠)
I hope you’re all doing great and enjoying this bank holiday weekend — I know it’s been a very long while since the last time I wrote on here (yikes) and quite a few things have happened since then. Including quite a long reading + writing slump.
Just a few of the things that have happened in the last few months: I finished my second year of uni with a high 2:1 (alhamdulillah x100), I spent over a hundred pounds buying books for my third year — and it wasn’t even all the ones on the list…
Hey everyone! I hope you’re all doing well. It’s been a while since my last post and quite a bit has happened since.
I finished my second year of uni with a high 2:1 (alhamdulillah x100), I spent over a hundred pounds buying books for my third year — and it wasn’t even all the ones on the list — and I turned 23 (yesterday). Oh, and I’ve updated the covers for my poetry books, LOST AND FOUND and REALITY.
This is the newest cover for LOST AND FOUND ❤
For years, whilst learning and unlearning so many truths and the history behind not just my culture and my people, about the impact Britain left behind on Bangladesh, once part of India with Pakistan, I, in all complete honesty, wasn’t a fan of white people as a whole. Individual white people, I liked of course. Not to sound like one of those “I have _____ friends” people, but I did have some white friends. Them, I liked, because they were aware of their white privilege and the way they held power in a society and world that hated people of…
“What does it say about our society when it tells us that darker skin is an instant cause for concern and discomfort?”
After reading ‘As a Desi woman, I was taught that my hyperpigmented armpits were unnatural’, i realised that hyperpigmentation is something i want to talk about. As a brown woman, hyperpigmentation is something i’ve been dealing with since, oh i don’t know, 12 or 13 years old, I think? It’s not quite so dark around my mouth, but my underarms, elbows and knees are super dark. In that, private parts are also hyperpigmented. At most, it’s a trivial…
Around 4am this morning, i was reading “Dating out of your community does not make you less” by Aafiyah Shaikh, and it made me deep a few things really–like how me dating a white man can be seen as a betrayal of sorts to some people in my community, and to my ethnicity. Usually when i tell people my boyfriend is white, i’m rewarded with surprise and an “oh my god really?”, which i understand, i do.
but it’s annoying.
Most of us grew up with Bratz as a major part of our childhood; falling in love with the glitz and glamour of their high school popularity, Bratz magazine, their passion for fashion, and above all their empowerment as girls with big dreams, leaving their mark on the world. This world of ferocious glamour held within it what Barbie didn’t: a range of ethnicities, such as Sasha who’s black, Yasmin who’s Latina and Jade who’s Asian.
They exist with not just killer outfits, an attitude that screams powerful and confident, but academic success too, or providing the lessons of how…