I remember getting a call from the founder of an online women’s magazine who wanted to talk to me about potentially working with them, after a friend of mine had sent examples of my work to her. I walked into their offices and we had a chat about what I was interested in and what they were looking for. The conversation ended with being told that my writing was too ‘intellectual’ and although they would read and enjoy my work they weren’t sure their demographic, young women in country X, would be. They wanted to focus more on snappy love & sex, fashion and celebrity news pieces and not only did I feel some way about the sweeping generalization that their demographic didn’t want susbstance, I was also left conflicted because I needed my foot in the door but felt like I would be doing myself a disservice, not to mention they called me after having seen my work.
“This is the only life I have. Why surround myself with halfhearted things? ” – Katharine Anne
I have probably mentioned this before, I finished grad school late last year and I’ve been lucking out on finding a job. You would think that that would be my major frustration right? It really isn’t because I’m reasonable and I understant the state of unemployment at the moment… (1) unemployment is high, (2) my field is very specialised and (3) opportunities aren’t that diverse in my field where I am at the moment. So I know that creating my own opportunity and finding the right job will take time.
i was in a slight car accident yesterday, no one got hurt alhamdullilah/ thank God (it really wasn’t bad at all…no cause for alarm). i’ve been driving for over 5 years and this is the first accident i’ve been in. i was shook for the rest of the day and my mum at one point was like “are you still thinking about the car? forget the car it’ll get fixed, but imagine if the car was instead a person or if you were hurt really bad. You don’t know what Allah swt is holding out of your way, so be thankful that it wasn’t an event that would have changed your life as you know it”.
I went through all the places where I keep my thoughts [journals], words [blogs] and photos [all over the place] to compile a visual diary of 2016 and what it was like for me. Read More
Whether you’re the friend who will never be caught shedding a tear or the ugly crier of the group, we all eventually experience a breakup that will make even the most nonchalant among us cry.
Though many breakups are amicable, the ones we tend to remember are the ones that leave us anguished. They’re the ones that have us sniffling through Adele and blasting every song on Lemonade.
I’m currently in that awkward period between being done with higher education and getting a job. That point in life when your ID says you’re an adult but your bank account reminds you that you are what I like to call ‘an adult child”. It’s a thing, trust me.
I was headed into Tesco (local supermarket) and there was this young man sitting outside asking for spare change, I asked him if he needed anything from the store and he said he didn’t but that he was in need of money. I knew I only had a five pound note in my wallet and there was no ATM nearby so I gave it to him. He said thank you and I said it was the least I could do and told him to take care of himself as I walked away.