Era of Peace: A Reflection on Syria's Liberation

On the 1st of December, 2024, I was out with my cousin when we had just started hearing about the resistance in Aleppo. We’d gathered our political information the same way we always had, via conversations with people who seemed to know more about the topic somehow and the Facebook groups where people either voiced their concerns or poked fun at the fact that nobody really understood what was going on at the core of the matter. People were saying that Aleppo was now “free”; we couldn’t quite comprehend that. There had been so many attempts at our liberation that we came to see any further ventures as distant and indiscernible.

Noura AlhomsiAugust 6, 2026human rights, Liberation, trauma

Creating a Space For the Grieving Mother

Yet, beyond the hospital's embrace, I encountered a jarring contrast — a world where compassion intertwined with insensitivity. Friends and family rallied around me, offering the strength to carry out the burial and janazah [funeral prayer] for my precious Asiya Meriam. Their presence during the janazah and the tender care they provided were a lifeline, but the aftermath of my daughter's passing revealed a disparity within my community. Opinions and judgments echoed, casting a shadow on my grief.

Michelle SekuskyOctober 7, 2023Community, Grief, trauma

Community Accountability: Believe Survivors

The ramifications of being sexually abused, and particularly by a religious leader, skewed my sense of morality. He was supposed to lead by example to teach me about my beloved faith. He was supposed to protect me. Neither of those things happened, and I’m still undoing the trauma and repression.

Ladan HadafowJune 23, 2020Sexual Violence, trauma

Moving From Self-Care to Community Care

The same late-capitalist world that has commodified the language of self-care encourages us to isolate ourselves, to retreat from each other. What if, instead, we took care of ourselves in order to seek camaraderie and companionship with others?

Roda AbdiNovember 4, 2019self-care, trauma, resistance

Breaking My Silence

In the fall of 2016, I broke my silence as a survivor of sexual violence. Nearly everyone I knew was shocked. I felt free. That was, until community members began calling my parents to tell them about my unwelcome declaration. It was taboo. Nobody wanted to talk about sexual violence. What kind of nice, God-fearing girl would ever talk about *gasp* SEX? (Shhh, you can’t say that out loud, Asma!)

Asma NizamiMarch 18, 2019sexual violence, trauma, consent

Expressions: The Muslim Women’s Narrative Project

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