“What are you doing, habibti?” she asked, confusion growing into concern. I had been humming a quiet tune to myself and paused without looking up.
“I’m breaking the dolls’ heads,” I replied.
My mother tried to force a laugh, but her voice betrayed her. “Why?”
Still, I didn’t look up from my dolls, answering her even more decisively than I had before. “Because. I’m going to put them in the oven like they’re doing to the mommies and the babies in the village,” I said and continued to play.
I was three years old when my parents left me and…
In this personal essay, writer Adeline Hocine talks about how Ramadan can be dangerous for Muslims living with eating disorders.
Trigger Warning: This personal essay discusses fasting and eating disorders, and it may be triggering for some readers.
The first time I fainted from my eating disorder, I was in the second grade. After my Algerian family immigrated to the United States, I found myself surrounded by light-haired girls with delicate features, and my own thick, dark hair and sharp nose seemed unusual in comparison. Right away, I felt like I wasn’t normal. I started eating less, pushing my body…