“This love I have for you is a pure one that I often struggle to express; with you, I struggle to be vulnerable, to dare greatly, and to trust that what I have to give is enough. It’s the pureness of a Mother’s love coded into my soul from the Divine Himself.”

Things I could do with my time: Cook nshima and kapenta. Cook visashi. Crotchet products from chitenge. Knit products from chitenge. Speak to my parents about a history they had long left behind and refuse to revisit. Speak to my father about his life in Egypt. Speak to my mother about her life before my father. Speak to myself. Things I do instead: Have an existential crisis, several crises.

You are the Most Kind and Most Merciful, bountiful with forgiveness; Your Illuminating Light floated me back up towards the glimmer of shimmering sun rays peeking through…

I felt like I was a superhero being able to help everyone. But I wasn’t a superhero…

Hip dips galore. Stretchmarks spotlighted. Acne scars untouched. What does it feel like to love myself without inhibition?

2020 spiritual reflections

Good things can and will happen to you.

“Closing her eyes and beginning to run her right fingers through the strings playing the tune of her soul, she softened.”

At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.