My ADHD is a storm, but also my super power. Itās the reason Iām not afraid to take risks (I donāt have the brain chemicals to sit still). Iām constantly flying, changing up my hair, casually jumping out of helicopters, cold plunging, and more. I require stimuli or the intrusive thoughts reign. Big Pharma twisted my sense of self, but Iāve found a bias to action is the true remedy against my demons. Iād like to work on finding inner stillness despite this āfast lifeā I live and build an ADHD support community. For my dopamine and norepinephrine lovers, lmk if this resonates. š
Ofc, I had to launch a āLover Girlā vertical at @cosmomiddleeast š„ŗšŖ·
Thank you @cosmomiddleeast for trusting me to lead an editorial team and publish the stories Iāve always wanted to read. I saved all the emails, voice notes, and messages Iāve received from young women worldwide sharing how seen they felt from my writing/creative direction. This is why I do what I do.
Iconic is the best word describe the life of a Deputy Editor. In the past few months, I have sung āThe White Chickā song with Terry Crews, told Saint Levant to smize with me, and saw Mariah Carey perform live at the Milano Cortino Olympics. The world of IG has prob only seen editors sitting front row at fashion week or flying to the next tropical city, but the reality is the role is extremely demanding and requires slight madness.
I can go on forever reflecting, but follow my Substack with the link in my bio for more.
Anyways, to the people Iāve worked with, the people who have mentored me, the people Iāve mentored, and the people who have believed in me, you should know I never say goodbye, only Allah Hafiz (I leave you in Godās protection). š
Recently saw @fkatwigs at Madison Square Garden. Each time I have seen her live, she has moved me. All my respect to those in the pursuit of craft and free thought. Revisiting this essay I wrote in 2023.
Full read somewhere on my Substack. š
Even in doom and gloom, I find my angels. Had the most chaotic and sweet 48 hrs in Cairo. Somehow ended up floating on a felukah down the Nile River on a Tuesday. Didnāt plan any of it, but I rarely make plans - only moves. š
@san.cairo š«¶š¾
Multiple truths can exist at once!! All empires fall, while my taxes support the current empire. The same empire has imbued me with passport privilege to travel the world and meet so many beautiful souls. Iām sad about the state of the dystopic world, yet grateful for this wild wonderful life. This dunya is fleeting, but my soul is built for eternity.š§æ
Revisiting the Quran this Ramadan. Hope these lines bring your heart resolve as much as it does mine. š¤²š¾ - @flybrowngurl
#CosmoME #Ramadan2026 #quransayings
Allah, my beloved God, has 99 names. We read through 98 names to get to the last name - As-Saboor (Ų§ŁŲµŲØŁŲ±), The Patient. š¤²š¾
The deeper I look into the Quran, the more truth I find. So eager for Ramadan. š¤
Jan, 2026: I love getting around Phuket with motorbikes. While riding, the thought of death visits me. And itās true, I really could die. I let it pass while the wind blows through my hair. I am under Allahās care, and I trust what is to come is my decree. I send a prayer for myself and the Thai stranger I entrust my life with. As he effortlessly moves past the traffic and picks up speed, I close my eyes. I let gratitude wash over me; I am here, safe, and truly living. I allow myself to enjoy the ride - the one between life and death.
My friends/chosen family are my lifeline. Even when Iām far, far away from them, I carry them and conjure each of them. The world is finally catching up to the depth of platonic intimacy, but weāve always known. šŖ
2025 was the was the year I learned to float in an ocean that was thousands of km from my NYC home, yet a block away from my Dubai home. I looked up at the sky, in complete surrender, and vowed to never stop writing. My art is the reason I could travel the world and collect home bases along with friends and lovers. My art is born from my heart. The source of all this is love ofc, I reflected.
My love is cosmopolitan, expanding with all the new cities and connections I meet. This cosmopolitan love also comes with a grief of longing for those I canāt access. Yet with yearning, comes hope.
The sun rays poured all over, penetrating my body, and I promised to never stop loving. As long as I loved, I will write, and continue to float in the ocean of possibilities, freedom, excellence, and evolution.š¦
