Can Black Muslims Simply Exist?
As cliche as it sounds, university was a time I wanted to “find myself”. I’m talking “White Girl Gap Yurr” find yourself. I wanted to know who I really was. I wanted to know where I belonged. Little did I know how much my identity as a Black Muslim Woman would shape that soul searching process. On this quest of discovering how to just be, The past four years of university I have been ever changing yet somehow, paradoxically, life still remained the same. A journey I’m still on, a 20 something, still figuring it out. In my first year of university, I delved straight into familiarity, a society I instantly saw...