Taking your time is not encouraged on the rishta scene

Taking your time is not encouraged on the rishta scene

By Damn Fab Desi   It was bad enough doing this the first time around.  The dreaded chat would start once studies had finished. “It’s time to find a rishta”. Well, at least back in the day — and I can’t imagine much has changed in that respect.  The word ‘rishta’ is used loosely now to basically mean, find a man. However, so much has changed for me from then to now.  One marriage, broken by a betrayal I never saw coming, left its mark for a long time — and…

They Called me Shameless

They Called me Shameless

By Scheherazade They called me shameless A disgrace For falling in love For wanting control over my own life The heart wants what it wants What could I have done? When I came home that night Trying to creep into my bed There they were Waiting for me instead. Rage on their faces. Slut Whore Beghairat, they said. All I wanted was to be free Soar with these wings Fly, wherever the wind would take me But I carried their honour Like a noose around my neck Which became tight Until…

The Dating Difficulties of an Ex Muslim

The Dating Difficulties of an Ex Muslim

By Aliyah Saleem Like millions of people around the world, I use online dating.   As a Pakistani woman with a Muslim name and a banging nose ring, I attract attention from some Muslim men.  Dating is hard in the best of circumstances but if you are an ex-Muslim, it’s downright depressing. A lot of us try and stay in the closet because of the taboo for as long as possible. It’s okay when you are single but the prospect of a serious relationships and having children puts ex-Muslims in…

Hunting Season

Hunting Season

By Jalebi There’s a time in every Muslim’s life where your parents think you’re old enough to go into the concrete jungle and find yourself a mate. But like any true ‘coming of age’ story, every young hunter will face his or her obstacles. I feel slightly Neanderthal-ish when people say I need to make more effort in dating. I imagine myself dragging my knuckles, grunting something resembling a mating call with a spear in my hand. And like those simple cave man days, as soon as I see him I aim…