Hello friends and Ramadan Mubarak!
Years ago, I wrote these two posts called Why don’t I see Myself? and Muslim representation I want more of, where I was basically talking about Muslim main characters barely existing in YA and when they did, how they all fit the same mold. I am happy to say now, that even though we still have a long way to go, I finally feel like we’ve reached a point where my complaints in those posts are fading little by little and I don’t feel them intensely anymore. Because since then, I’ve read some brilliant books by Muslim authors from different walks of life and whose experiences differ a lot.