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6 Lessons You Learn In Difficult Times – NMdiaries
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You cant tame wild things. 6 Lessons You Learn In Difficult Times. September 28, 2016. October 4, 2016. Writing has always been my greatest outlet. When the traffic lights in my head refuse to turn red, I turn to writing. I pluck through every little emotion and comb through every feeling as I watch my thoughts come to life in black and white. So here I am, back to doing what I love most. Channelling my thinking through my writing! There are times when things go wrong in life. Most of us try to escap...
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Dubai Stole our Hearts – Seeking Words
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The Oldham Riots: 15 years on. On Writing: dissertation struggles. The ‘world’ of ‘world literature’ : a presentation by zoya kubra. On Writing: productivity and inactivity. Homeless daughters of a hybrid diaspora. Finding resonance in Iqbal’s poetry. I removed my hijab. Beacon of Hope Sister’s Retreat. Memories of an Empire: Museum of Islamic Art. Eid ul Adha 2016. Jummah at Aspire Mosque. Jummah at Education City Mosque. The Big Move to Qatar. Dubai Stole our Hearts. Our time in Mellieħa, Malta. That w...
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Passing with DISTINCTION! – Seeking Words
https://zoyakubra.wordpress.com/2016/11/29/passing-with-distinction
The Oldham Riots: 15 years on. On Writing: dissertation struggles. The ‘world’ of ‘world literature’ : a presentation by zoya kubra. On Writing: productivity and inactivity. Homeless daughters of a hybrid diaspora. Finding resonance in Iqbal’s poetry. I removed my hijab. Beacon of Hope Sister’s Retreat. Memories of an Empire: Museum of Islamic Art. Eid ul Adha 2016. Jummah at Aspire Mosque. Jummah at Education City Mosque. The Big Move to Qatar. Dubai Stole our Hearts. Our time in Mellieħa, Malta. When i...
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March | 2016 | Mrs.to.Ms.
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Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. Monthly Archives: March 2016. March 30, 2016. If u read my posts u might think I’m fire and ice. I was just creeping through a girls Instagram account which made me think of him. I used to show him girls pictures all the time. We used to admire them together. Laugh at them together. And even debate whether it was a good pic or not. I miss biting his arms. I miss recording his snoring.
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Better place | Mrs.to.Ms.
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Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. September 4, 2016. I truly feel like I’m in a better place. The pain the heartache the pining has stopped for a while now. On occasion I think of him and I feel nothing. I’m so happy. It’s officially been 10 months since I’ve left him and maybe just a little over 3 weeks since I feel like I’ve healed. Also I’m starting school alhamdullilah. I’m so excited to work hard for every...
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Seeing him | Mrs.to.Ms.
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Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. September 22, 2016. I have yet to see him face to face. But today for the second time I caught a glimpse of him as he drove past me. I got caught at a red light. And watched him drive off. I felt my heart drive off with him. It felt strange. Numbing. To see the man who’s child you once carried. I felt sad. And hurt. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Fall | Mrs.to.Ms.
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Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. September 19, 2016. Fall is a reminder. That everything that passed. Withers away and disentigrates into nothing. The green once fresh and vibrant leaves turn yellow then orange then brown before falling off the branches that once helped them bloom. It’s a happy sad feeling. Fall is comforting and saddening. At the same time. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Enjoying my Ten Seconds | DESI, DIVORCED AND DAMN FABULOUS
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DESI, DIVORCED AND DAMN FABULOUS. Take a 30 something year old Muslim, add one cheating husband, one divorce, blend in some brown and voila….you have this blog. Keepin’ it Halal →. Enjoying my Ten Seconds. August 20, 2015. Some of you may have seen the article in The Telegraph. I will be back over the weekend, I have been missing in action but plenty of updates to follow. I have been enjoying life and genuinely felt the happiest I have in a long time. 9 thoughts on “ Enjoying my Ten Seconds. Thank you Mu...
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April | 2016 | Mrs.to.Ms.
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Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. Monthly Archives: April 2016. April 14, 2016. Now that I think of it. Why was I so obsessed with him? He didn’t give me the time of day and yet just a smile from him made me run around like a chicken with no head. He never went out of his way for me.and yet I didn’t know what to do faster to please him. He was the first guy in my life. I had never dated before. Never kissed a...I tho...
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Mrs.to.Ms.
https://myrandommemories77.wordpress.com/2016/10/23/172
Just your average 21 year old going through a divorce.recovering, healing, depression, loneliness and all that other jazz. October 23, 2016. I want to pierce a dagger into the same heart that I would give my life for. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.