Memoir
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My latest piece at Altmuslimah. A deep magenta shalwar chemise lay draped on the bed. I had not worn such things in years, but today, while visiting a Washington, D.C. suburb, a Pakistani aunty told me to come over to her house and pick one out. I selected the one with the richest hue possible
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There isn’t so much that makes me happy. The list is small but sturdy: I seek great prose, an interesting conversation, inspired spaces, kind folk. In an effort to seek happy things, I upgraded some of my digital audio equipment from my ghost hunting days and started canvasing my local world for interesting people and
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Here are some of my Ramadan musings: When Deprivation is Part of the Journey “I became a Muslim two decades ago. Seven years later, I married the man who would become the father of my son; Ibrahim arrived a year later. By that point, a hijab sat on my head and I lived in Central
Deonna Kelli Sayed 