as i was going through photos from reclaim the night, i remembered the time that someone told me about something that had happened to them & it made me want to punch a wall. now, i feel like if i punched a wall for every time i heard a story similar, my knuckles would be bruised for the rest of my life. / (punching a wall is the dramatic film thing to do when you're angry okay).
i miss art foundation / #artbyhawwa
some cool people & also me.
but honestly, this woman gave me a death glare because i said 'paani' instead of water. c'mon lady, i just want to hydrate myself is there something wrong with that ?¿
volunteering in one of my university's children's projects was honestly one of the most rewarding experiences I've ever been involved in. even if working with kids for three days straight was exhausting and mentally draining, i haven't smiled so much for a consistent period of time in a g e s & I'm so so glad @fatimakabid asked me if i wanted to be involved / & no I'm not just being self-centred and cropping everyone out except myself, it's called adhering to consent rules, people.
the last time i filled a sketchbook was a year ago / people (from pinterest probably) #hawwajournals
(until you start falling asleep on the bus or if you put your head down on a table, then you know you need a break).
every time a guy says he's hot while playing basketball, a hijabi player dies a little bit inside because in comparison, it feels like she's in an oven.
people posting about how they missed #muslimwomensday made me realise i missed it too, but it's okay, the reason i missed it was because i was busy brainstorming for a project related to muslim women - that's a valid excuse right?