Something Borrowed, Something Hot Pink
The first Muslim wedding I attended was my own. When I was twenty-seven and working in New York City, I connected with a fellow Georgetown Law grad. He had a first name I’d never heard before, a...
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“Turn me into droplets of rain so I sprinkle upon your pretty face, Then coat me with dreariness as I wander alone…” – Qarar On the two-hour drive to my parents’ home, I crooned along to one of my...
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