The best platonic relationships are often accidental feats of circumstance and chemistry.
How could something that made me feel so empowered be something that I was ashamed of?
My new tinder profile will read ‘happily single, seeking same’ with an Arab emoji next to the crescent.
My whole life I’d had the impression that an Egyptian husband was their biggest dream for me. Someone who shared our values, language and culture.
As an Egyptian Muslim girl, losing my virginity outside wedlock, to a white, Yorkshire boy who was unsure whether God even existed, was one of the sweetest...
Sucked in partnered parents! You have no escape. I mean you may have things like true love and stability, but I have silence while I eat my packet mac’n’cheese...
"I’ve realised how often I sought emotional labour from the women in my life without reciprocating it."
A ground-breaking initiative is using social networking to make it easier for us to help our older neighbours.
Learning a kind and compassionate way to negotiate money, sex and other responsibilities becomes quite central to a relationship’s success.
The idea of “heartbreak adrenaline” reminded me of the stories I’d heard about mothers who’d suddenly, miraculously, summoned the strength to free trapped...
Small talk with strangers goes either two ways for me: silence…or worse, word vomit.
Social media is fuelled by it, businesses make money out of it, the fashion and cosmetics industries would be nothing without it.
I put on a stern exterior when approached by men, and immediately began looking for red flags.
As gung gung (maternal grandfather), there is less tai chi and more pram pushing. In his new role, he has shown emotions I never knew existed.
When he laughs and tells me to 'f**k off mummy!’ I laugh and tell him the same.
What would change – in our relationships, our domestic life and society in general if men and women shared emotional labour equally?
I have dated outside my ethnic background and navigated differences in culture, religion, class and family expectations. None of it was easy.
Every girl needs a girl gang, especially trans girls.
My parents are from a generation where actions speak louder than words. If you were fed, clothed and school fees paid, then that’s how you knew you were loved.
Next time you're sitting at home downing one halal aspartame drink after another, perhaps it’s worth a try to click online. It might not be the only thing you...