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I march because of the internal anxiety and fear I have when strangers ask for my ten month old son's name, Musa -explicitly foreign and clearly Muslim. I march because I don't want to think of saying it's English equivalent, Moses, every time. I march because after Jummah prayers I want to keep my headscarf on a little longer and embrace my identity. I march because I don't want to hide under a name that rolls off their tongues easier, Sara. I march so that this America will be safer for all immigrant communities, for black lives, for healthcare, for my Muslim ummah.

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Raw Reflections

Today, I went to the Women’s March in LA. Initially, I was nervous on how we would make this trip. There was an insane number of people expected to come and I had no idea on where we could park, how far the walk would be and how in the hell were  we even supposed to drive there. Thankfully, luck was on our side and so was our 6:30AM early streak. 

As we made our exit for Pershing Square, I could definitely feel the excitement start coming in. I was in awe on how everything was so well-organized and arranged. In a crowd of over a hundred thousand; I felt warmth, love and safety. 

It was heartwarming to see so many people come together against hate, Islamophobia, homophobia, and promote love. Countless feelings were washing over me, but mostly I was reflecting on the strength of women. 

Our bodies. Our pain. Our joys. Our sorrows. Our sex is so strong, yet our bodies are policed so heavily. Our minds our told what is right, what is wrong. We are made to bow down and to submit ourselves. 

Today, we were made to feel free. 

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God couldn't have given me a bigger blessing.

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It’s been so long.

Hello Tumblr, 

It’s been so long that I’ve been on here. It’s nice to see old writings and reminisce on things. I am a mom now and drenched in newfound responsibilities that I hardly have any time. With new responsibilities comes new motivations, and I find myself calculating and contemplating everything I do. 

I never new I could be so self-sacrificial and love some ‘other’ to the point of selfless destruction. I want him to see the world and to have every thing good in life. 

It scares me sometimes how much I can put into him. It scares me because I know there is no return on investment. That he will one day just be in his own realm. Busy in his own life,  his own friends and his own family. And I will just be an onlooker, hoping and praying that he remembers his Mama. The little sacrifices I made for him, and the big ones. 

But what if he doesn’t? And that’s when I treat myself to nice things, because he may be my baby, but I still have to hold onto me. 

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Nutella brownies I made yesterday

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I miss this place.