Why I Started Writing the Truth (Even When It Hurt)

I didn’t start writing to be famous. I started writing to breathe.

There were things I couldn’t say out loud — not in my home, not in my community, and definitely not on the timeline. So I put them in books. Pain became paragraphs. Rage became poetry. Healing? That came slow… but it showed up when I did.

Unboxed: That Black Muslim Girl wasn’t written to be pretty. It was written to be honest. For every girl who’s ever sat in silence, laughed through grief, or hid her brilliance to make others comfortable — this one’s for you.

And the wildest part? People felt it. They saw themselves. They cried. They DM’d me things they’ve never told anyone.

That’s why I write.
Not for applause. Not for aesthetics.
But because truth needs a home.

So welcome. To my books. My chaos. My clarity. My real.

📚 Let me know in the comments what stories you needed and never got. I just might write them next.Unboxed That Black Muslim Girl