A photo I took from the performance of ‘Rise!’ in Woolwich this summer. This giant woman puppet was gathering stories from women around the world and I thought that this image was quite appropriate given the nature of my piece.

I signed off 2017 admitting that there were times it had tested me to my limits and wholeheartedly hoping that 2018 would be much better. I boldly stated on Facebook at the start of the year that: ‘This year I’m aiming to thrive not just survive. Real resilience is about asking for help when you need it’. Well, dear reader, it turned out that 2018 had its fair share of twists and turns in store for me and that I’m still not the best at asking for help though I blame that on my star sign (Scorpio, if you must…


‘Holiday, celebrate!’ Although holidays aren’t always an entire break from reality…

As memories of this summer’s heat wave fade into the distance and I sigh with relief that term has started again and the young one can go to school, I think back to my trip to Portugal in the holidays and reflect on one specific incident I haven’t thought of too much since it happened.

Growing up British-Asian, holidays which involved lounging by the pool on a sun lounger for hours on end or doing the same at the beach were not something I was accustomed to or ever experienced, for that matter. When we weren’t doing tours of duty…


Last Saturday I wrote a Facebook post after my dad told me a compelling tale the night before of countering racism in the workplace like a total badass years ago. It had all the classic components of a story that would suck you right in — a guy who wasn’t very pleasant, the bold resistance and then, of course, the satisfying ‘karma’s a b*tch’ moment. This is as much as I can allude to said account as, heaven knows, I can’t have my lawyer sister coming down on me again like a tonne of bricks with eleventy billion WhatsApp messages…


These two books have been very helpful to me this year, I highly recommend them!

Putting pressure on a new year to be better than a crappy previous year is something we can do unthinkingly despite knowing that life isn’t very predictable, even at the best of times. However, there comes a point when you need to be open to drawing a line under things to stop you getting lost in your own endless (sometimes unhelpful) reflections. As someone who seemingly shares a great deal through writing and sharing online, you wouldn’t believe how long it takes me to muster up the courage to hit ‘publish’ or even write the darn piece in the first…


The Panel for the Can We Just Ask: What Does It Mean To Be A Man event from left to right: Jordan Stephens, Poorna Bell, Dr John Barry

It’s just over halfway through Ramadan and, as well as fasting from food and drink, I told a friend of mine that I was also fasting fromRu Paul’s Drag Race’ which is essentially a show about men competing to be crowned America’s Drag Superstar. Men dressing up and acting as women. There’s something about my fast from ‘Drag Race’ that makes it all the more pertinent that I spent an evening at an intelligent discussion about what it means to be a man last week. …


In my experience as a stay-at-home-working mum, the times I’m not working, getting a kid to nursery and back or doing chores, I end up slumping on the sofa to get sucked in by the drama of ‘Ru Paul’s Drag Race’. Look, we all need some escapism on occasion but I also know that sometimes even I have to ask Drag Race to ‘sashay away’ so I can do a bit of learning and not the kind that means I’ve acquired an understanding of what a ‘banjee girl’ is. Some evenings, I head into town and make like a Millenial…


For such a great deal of my life, writing has been so cathartic for me and, even now, that hasn’t changed. Bear this in mind as I tell you the tale of my experiences of beauty in Bangladesh…

To bring you up to speed, last week I was in Bangladesh for my cousin’s wedding, my first trip back in over 6 years. To the untrained eye, my integration into Britain and the British way of life could lead you to believe that maybe I don’t really care much for Bangladesh. It’s an overly simplistic conclusion, perhaps, but one that isn’t…


The start of my journey as a Digital Mum feels like a lifetime ago but I know that it wasn’t really and my digital footprint would tell you as much; I only started the course with Digital Mums in January 2015 and I was lucky enough to be offered the opportunity to work for Digital Mums a short while after graduating. In fairness there’s nothing hugely revelatory here so I’m sure you are now seeking to know where I’m going with this and that would be entirely fair. In the midst of spending so much of my free time and…


My talented illustrator friend, Emma Bath AKA Demi Kicks, nails how we are constantly juggling our priorities in this illustration of hers created for The Woolwich and Plumstead Roses, the WI to Woolwich and Plumstead

Sometimes things get to a point where it feels unhealthy to keep a lid on them any longer and as part of a generation who has, in some ways, grown up with the advent of social media, I know all too well that what you post can differ starkly to the reality of what’s really going on in your head. So this is me, getting real and deciding to share that because it’s Mental Health Awareness Week and if there was ever a fitting time for a confessional of this nature, now is it.

I think that a big part…


I have been meaning to blog about Social Day for a *really* long time. I kept thinking ‘ooh, I need to blog about Social Day’ and then stuff got in the way like, I don’t know, tracking employment outcomes of Digital Mums alumni as part of measuring social impact, that kinda thing. No biggie. Casual social impact measuring, you know how it is. It’s my bag.

So let’s rewind (‘when the crowd say “bo selecta” ’. I am genuinely sorry. I’m sort of not but that was just crying out to be chucked in): Social Day was way back in…

Tasneem Sharrem

Motivated by #socialimpact, #diversity, #inclusion and #mentalhealth. Motherhood & employment need not be separate entities. Let's do this…

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