I always thought heartbreak was something distant—a storm that happened to other people, on other timelines, in stories told by friends over drinks. I never thought it would find me, …

Last night, my wife went through my phone while I was asleep. She read my chats with her younger sister, Julianna, and with Lucy, a National Service person at my …

I met Akos in our class group chat. Everyone ignored her message. I almost did too, but something in me refused. She was lost, confused, behind in everything. I didn’t …

It didn’t start badly. It started with me noticing how low the fire had become in our marriage. Our marriage felt like a pot on a dying coal stove: barely …

Less than twenty days ago, I lost my first love and only love. She is a doctor, a poet, and a writer who graduated from a university in Cairo two …

For a long time, marriage has been my biggest prayer point. I am 35, but I don’t have a man in my life. Every night, I tell God the kind …

I never grew up with my mother the way most children do. While other kids had their mothers, I was always with other people. Always. Even for the short while …

Sometimes, I wonder why society only talks about female hormones—how women act when they’re ovulating. They talk about mood swings, and why a woman might want love today and space …

Grief is strange. It doesn’t always come from death. Sometimes it comes from abandonment, from betrayal, from the slow, painful tearing apart of a life you built with someone you …

I grew up in a middle-class family. We weren’t rich, but we were never poor either. The one thing we were sure of was at least two meals a day. …

When I finish telling my story, I know some people will ask why I stayed so long or why I kept trying to make him choose me. All I can …

I’ve never been the type to demand things from a man. I wasn’t raised that way. If you love me, show it. If you want to give me something, let …