The Grandmother

Miss Nasra, SoloBlazes

Haboti is my way of putting my jumbled thoughts together, and try to understand life altogether. It’s the secrets that I’ve hidden, the mistakes I’ve committed, the stories that have left impacts on me, and most importantly… it’s all the lessons learned.

I write short poems, just to try different ways to adapt and accept this reality that we call life.

I’ve never been a bookworm, a writer or into poetry.  These writings are just a disarray of my feelings and thoughts, that I always feel, are

Paying It Back

Miskellaneous, SoloBlazes

Ladies, fellow sisters (and the occasional gentleman) we all know of that monthly visitor we all have, you know whom I’m talking about, the one who doesn’t need an invitation and just pops up, whether you were expecting it or not. This guest goes by many names, usually of various relations; Aunt Flo, Cousin Cramps even Freddy. My personal favourite will have to be the “Red Wedding”. Whatever you call it

The Independent Girl

Mi hi, SoloBlazes


“I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody is going to come and save you. You’ve got to save yourself nobody is going to give you anything, you’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams” -unknown

I live by this quote.

Whenever I feel down or berated

Follow The Movement 

Blazifications, MuslimahsABlaze

Go ahead and join our hashtag movement on instagram and twitter by sharing why YOU wear the hijab. Just click and follow the Instagram and Twitter links below. 

Also we would love to hear from you on your hijab stories. Send them to us, through the email provided. We will select some submissions and post them right here on the Muslimah Ablaze site.

Keep in mind this will be open for two months up until March 28th. 

We know you have the fire in you.


Team Blaze

Our Hijab Our Choice 


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If I wear the hijab, does that make me less of a woman?
Because we cover ourselves and try to observe modesty. In this world where we have many means of expression, why can’t our hijab be accepted as one of them? Why should our entire being be defined by a piece of clothing? By the religion we practice. They say we’re oppressed, we have no voice, but