It was well after 10pm in the night and Arhum had just returned from an event at the bride’s end before the much-awaited wedding of her sibling. She was busy talking to her relatives and filling them with updates, especially…

The anxieties of parenting children in an expensive city on a student income with a husband stuck in immigration limbo are very, very real. You know that statistic about how most Americans are one paycheck away from homelessness? Hi, I’m…

Maryam Ahmad writes about how the act of oiling one’s hair opens an intimate space for sharing and bonding for women. Every Sunday at 2:00 pm, Ammi and I sit under the blistering sun, her on daadi’s charpai, while I…