• Blog,  Jummah Reflections

    Why I Crave (financial) Independence

    I have a lot of dreams I want to fulfil. I’d love to own a business, I’d love to see the world, buy cute bags I like, build a city in the jungle nobody knows about. The usual.  And that does motivate me (and I’m sure majority of humans) to sacrifice whatever I can to build on what I have in front of me, but I quickly realized when the going gets tough, my creative passions aren’t enough to push me beyond the minimum. For example, I had this vision board I made to help me get through a tough semester (I can’t believe I’m sharing this looool the pics are…

  • Blog,  Jummah Reflections

    We Don’t Need Anyone But Us

    I’m sure you’ve guys heard about the floods happening in Beledweyne. I don’t need to add to the hundreds of pictures online showing the damages or people waist-deep in water. I do want to share an image that really moved me, taken in Garowe: I admire this man so much. And anyone in Garowe, or other parts of Somalia that are investing their time, money, and resources to help their own. May Allah reward them. Being educated in the west came with a lot of conceptions I am working actively to unlearn. One of them being that there needs to be some sort of western entity, whether a non-profit organization or…

  • Blog,  review,  video

    My Book: Tawwakul for Children & why I wrote it

    Super long overdue but I kind of wanted to talk about this book more in detail and share my little story on how it came to be. Sorry for the audio & video issues at the end, I was too close to the camera so the audio messes up as I moved around, and I kept bumping into it.

  • Blog,  personal

    What This Bag Taught Me

    You guys I really really love this bag. I bought it a couple of years ago, and when I say I got roasted for it… lawd, I really did. Deep down I enjoyed the attention, but besides that, I think the reason this bag made me so happy (besides the fact that it’s cute) was because it was one of the first things I added to my closet that reminded me of me. And I don’t mean ‘me’ as in who I was- but the version of me I had in my head. I hope you understand what I mean. I think all of us, at one point, had this…

  • Poems

    My Remedy

    ` I use to care about the books I wrote in, If they were shiny, new and crisp