Yesterday, a woman in Somalia was sentenced to death for brutally taking the life of innocent Sabrine. Before anything else, let me be clear: harming a child is a crime against all of us. But I can't ignore the other innocent girls whose lives were stolen through brutal violence at the hands of men, and how drastically different their cases were treated. Where was this swift justice when Luul Abdiasis Jazirah was burned alive, along with her unborn child? We heard excuses: “H

I've come to realize that freedom of movement is where all success begins for women. Not just the physical ability to dance, to walk freely, to occupy space without apology, but the mental and emotional freedom to pivot, to shift, to change direction in life as we see fit. When we can move freely, we can change careers when one path no longer serves us. We can choose motherhood or choose not to, both decisions equally valid, equally ours. We can leave spaces that diminish us

When we think about fitness, it often falls into boxes: strength training at the gym, sculpting in Pilates, or maybe hitting the...

Dance isn't something you perfect to show off to others, it’s an art form. The kind you carry with you every day to inspire yourself, move your body and lift your spirits. “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Picasso. That’s exactly what dance does. You don’t have to be a professional to feel that cleansing. A single step, a sway of the shoulders, a spin in your kitchen while you make shaax for your guests, it all cleanses away the heaviness we carry, m

It’s long been tradition at Somali weddings for the bride to watch as the women in her life — aunties, cousins, sisters, childhood...

Welcome to the first post of a blog dedicated to honouring buraanbur—the poetry, the movement, the power and the legacy. There is...