My dad forgot how to dress when my mom had lymphoma, and would turn up to things dressed in XL T-shirts with Al Pacino and guns all over them.
Internet Commenters: This Is Why Other Muslims and I Won't Apologize for the 'Charlie Hebdo' Attacks
Apologizing for the actions of extremist gunmen makes little sense to me when I have absolutely nothing in common with them and zero understanding of their grotesque interpretation of Islam.
Nigel Farage has strong ideas about immigrants speaking perfect English, but, as part of a Pakistani immigrant family, I'm living proof of how having English as a first language doesn't count for everything.
It's hard for people to reconcile that a woman like me can still call herself a feminist. But I am, unequivocally. I have a vagina and I refuse to let that make me any less powerful, ambitious, or successful than someone without one. It's that simple.
As a Greggs bakery alumnus I know that spreading honey mustard on a grainy roll for six months comes with all manner of hidden pressures.
If you think working in a bakery is a quaint life of powdered sugar and gleaming mixers, think again. The reality is lop-sided muscle growth, subcutaneous burns, turd-like footwear, and alien skin calluses.
As a Muslim, telling myself I won’t fast for Ramadhan is like saying Kim Kardashian isn’t going to post another selfie tomorrow. Shit ain't happening. That doesn't mean it's not hard, though.