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How to look cute wearing a blanket in public

Salaam chicas! Okay so for those of you who haven’t noticed, it’s gotten cold. Like really, really, really cold. The perfect time to cover up modestly without sacrificing fashion and comfort. So layer, drape, and wrap up all you want to keep warm. Here I am again to show you my…

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Ishqr Diaries: Sometimes, words fail.

I thought I found my significant other.   It would have been a story worth a movie script considering my sister had been lucky enough to find the right man for her on this very website. After days of arguing and debating, my sister finally convinced me that this forum was the safest way to find…

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Serial and storytelling

The much anticipated conclusion to the wildly popular podcast, Serial, was released yesterday morning – and it was flat. As listeners we knew that this “one story, told week by week,” was also being written week by week as new information came to the attention of the producers. There was…

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Speakers for the Dead #PrayForPeshawar

The book that Ender wrote was not long…And he signed it, not with his name, but with a title: SPEAKER FOR THE DEAD Most who read it found it interesting; some who read it refused to set it aside. They began to live by it as best they could, and…

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Psychiatric help for Peshawar survivors and families

Please see this important note from Asher, CEO of Naya Jeevan: Dear Colleagues and Supporters of the Naya Jeevan mental health action plan for for the survivors/families of the Peshawar attack: – we’ve been overwhelmed by your show of support and have received over 100 requests to volunteer/provide mental health services…

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Mom jeans are back

I know what you all must be thinking. Ew, no, those are so ugly, my mom literally wore those a million years ago and thought they were totally cool. Well, guess what — like most interestingly old “ugly”trends, this one is back and it’s hot! Real talk: I totally understand…

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Ghosts of Writers Past

It is summer, 1999. I remember standing on the steps of the townhouse I had grown up in, July heat in the air. I had just turned 17, and it seemed that all around me, a confluence of events was taking place: junior year was turning into senior year, the…

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