A Busy Book Release Summer


Porter Square Books in Cambridge


I've never been great about blogging, but with the release of my debut novel, I have entered into legitimate "fail" territory. It's been a fun but busy summer, with readings and panels and radio interviews and blog appearances.  Hopefully, the fall will bring more time for blogging. In the meantime, for updates on Painted Hands, book recs, thoughts on Muslim feminism, how my crazy vegan diet is going, etc. please check out my FB author page or my twitter feed.


You can also find a few essays I've written this summer here:

"The Truth About Multicultural Fiction" at The Rumpus

"When Bigotry Came to my Book Reading: A Muslim Feminist's Love Letter to Cambridge" at The Huffington Post

"This is What a Muslim Feminist Looks Like (Really)" at Drey's Library


Finally, links to my online interviews and guest posts can be found here.


Hope your summer has been wonderful!


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