A letter to my sister

বোন bona, also pronounced boin ~ sister   Boin,   Do you remember? When we were eighteen, we went to the park near our college after class and started swinging, happy to have the space to ourselves. It was winter and you had forgotten your gloves. I gave one to you; one hand warm, the …

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a reflection on female solidarity

~ please note that not all men and women are oppressive or abusive; this post explicitly discusses the systems of power that do in fact abuse women ~   Solidarity amongst women should really be a given, but for some reason it’s not. All systems of patriarchies have a man in charge, but most of …

The rose tinted lens

We all have a tendency to romanticise the past. We select specific moments of joy and then bleed that feeling into the rest of our memories. It gives it a rosy hue and soon you have a sappy smile on your face, even though it’s unlikely that you felt prolonged bliss the whole damn time. …

An ode to food and feelings.

“Me and food?” *stubs out cigarette* “Well where do I begin.” ----------- My relationship with food didn’t get off to a great start. When I was a toddler, I regret to say that I made it very difficult for my Mum to feed me. I would pretend to be asleep when she sat down with …

This is what it’s like when you’re the only ethnic Muslim in a top university course.

**This post is a personal account that depicts my own experience, and while I mention the issues that people of colour face, it should not be used as a blanket generalisation. I have several ethnic and Muslim friends who have the freedom and opportunities to travel and live their life as they please** “Oh shit.” …

Welcome!

Thanks for joining me. This website will explore my thoughts, experiences and interests; I have many, hence the name 'kaleidoscopic'. It's important to bear in mind that my experiences are mainly my own, and should not be used as a generalisation for everyone else. I intend to make it clear exactly when I believe my …