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when Faith becomes Performance

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 07 Nov 2025 17:15:45 GMT

Recently on a podcast the influencer Chunkz was asked what it would take for him to cut ties with his own child. He replied that if his child were to leave Islam, he would no longer maintain a relationship with them. The statement was delivered casually, but it holds a weight that reflects something much deeper happening within our communities; especial…

the age of corporate moral capitalism

Maryanné Muse — Tue, 04 Nov 2025 14:48:05 GMT

In the midst of mistaken corporate panic for moral principle. What brands call “accountability” is often the choreography of avoidance and a way to keep profit while performing virtue. Every time a controversy erupts, a company rushes to issue statements, end contracts and adjust its image to match the public mood. They do not move out of conscience, th…

Coincidence? I think not.

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 31 Oct 2025 17:21:52 GMT

The flags have changed, the ships are gone, and the chains have turned into; contracts, debt and silence. The empire that once came in gunboats, now arrives in private jets holding briefcases of capital instead of cannons. Yet, the effect is the same. Land is taken, wealth is extracted, and lives are cheapened in the name of “progress.” The question is …

on the great heist; dawah bros & their microphones

Maryanné Muse — Sat, 25 Oct 2025 14:35:46 GMT

For the past ten years I have watched a new kind of religiosity rise online. It was supposed to be da’wah, a call toward truth, a revival of Islam in the “age of disbelief” as they say. Instead it became surveillance disguised as sincerity. What began as reminders to return to God turned into lectures on how to monitor women. Every new channel promised …

On understanding Islam through the Cosmos

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 17 Oct 2025 12:11:51 GMT

In my late teens, I fell into Wahhabi Islam. As someone who grew up in the age of the internet, upon reflection, I can now realize how easy it was to mistake online religiosity for truth; how endless scrolling through twitter timelines and watching fear-based “Imaan boosters” on YouTube slowly made me vulnerable to religious grooming, conditioning my fa…

On reclaiming Islam from patriarchal interpretations

Maryanné Muse — Wed, 15 Oct 2025 14:40:55 GMT

I write this as a muslim woman whose curiosity was treated as rebellion, and hunger for truth as heresy. My return to faith only when I reclaimed my right to think, lead me to reading the Qurʾān for myself, learning enough Arabic to see its rhythm and depth, and studying classical and modern scholarship side by side. What I discovered was both liberati…

On child rights in Somalia

Maryanné Muse — Mon, 13 Oct 2025 09:54:48 GMT

Recently Somalia’s parliament debated in passing a law that finally criminalizes child marriage and establishes the age of consent at eighteen, a reform long overdue and one that brings a glimmer of hope into a nation that has too often normalized the exploitation of its most vulnerable. For those of us in the diaspora, this is not merely another piece …

On In Search of the Miraculous

Maryanné Muse — Sat, 15 Mar 2025 13:20:22 GMT

As a child I remember hearing the statement “Ignorance is bliss” and being very confused, wasn’t ignorance something we shouldn’t strive for and always over come? It wasn’t till I got older and truly realized what that saying meant. Sometimes, being asleep is a lot easier than waking up. I recently read the works of Gurdjieff’s In Search of the Miraculo…

Extended: Ceeb culture and pick me culture.

Maryanné Muse — Tue, 11 Mar 2025 18:32:40 GMT

Today, we’re diving into why do some women feel a biological need to seek validation from men? Why does competition between women get so intense, especially back home? And; could it be because a woman's survival is tied to her reputation and relationships?

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May this cleanse your soul this Ramadan

Maryanné Muse — Mon, 03 Mar 2025 18:50:06 GMT

I hope this releases you of shame and reminds you that no one has the right to tell you how you develop a relationship with your creator. Stop listening to people who lack nuance and critical thinking on your multifaceted life. Do not allow others to force you to silence one form of your identity out of fear that you will lose the other, remember you are the Play-writer of your own journey, don’t let the side characters dictate what that story should look like to you.

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Email: ms.muse@outlook.com

WAKE UP.. its the first of the month.

Maryanné Muse — Sat, 01 Mar 2025 20:52:33 GMT

BOOO HOOO get off the stage.. good faith and benefit of the doubt is so 2024. 2025 is all about putting yourself first. May this reach the back of your subconscious brain and get drilled into it!

Yappolosophy w/ @Mediocrebrownboy Part: 1

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 28 Feb 2025 00:09:05 GMT

A bit of a break down and a yapp it up session with my Favourite Friend. Please follow him on Tiktok @/ mediocrebrownboy

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On being comfortable with being disliked

Maryanné Muse — Thu, 27 Feb 2025 15:51:57 GMT

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I learned that making people happy meant I was doing something right. Maybe it was in school, when being the “good kid” made life easier. Maybe it was at home, where I felt the weight of unspoken expectations. Or maybe it was in friendships, where I noticed how quickly warmth could turn cold if I said the wrong thing.

Li…

Journal entry #190

Maryanné Muse — Mon, 24 Feb 2025 14:31:01 GMT

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i remember as a child i was once asked;
"what would you like to be when you're older?"
"a veterinarian" | replied.
"so I can one day take care of all the animals, who couldn't heal themselves."

as i grew older, and my naivety faded;
 with it went my dreams. 
for human beings,
were the animals, most in need of healing.

perhaps my interest with human be…

On the Weight of Somali "Ceeb" culture.

Maryanné Muse — Mon, 24 Feb 2025 13:37:02 GMT

I became divorced and a single mother to my son at the age of 22. It wasn’t the life I had envisioned for myself. Growing up in a Somali household, I was raised with the understanding that marriage was meant to last, that a woman’s success was tied to her ability to build and maintain a home. I was taught that a good wife is patient, a good mother is se…

Journal entry #22

Maryanné Muse — Sun, 23 Feb 2025 14:49:25 GMT

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I've always been intrigued in matters of philosophy and history.
Finding the parallels between our current affairs and the ones who came before us.
Seeing how the truth is told, only by those who survive long enough to tell it.

How many stories were you told as a child, only to wake up from the illusion?
That the villains were merely victims?
And the h…

On challenging your bias

Maryanné Muse — Sat, 22 Feb 2025 19:07:28 GMT

Lately, I’ve been diving into the work of Slavoj Žižek, and I have to admit; it’s been unsettling. Not because I disagree with him, but because his way of thinking disrupts the comfort of certainty.

Žižek is known for saying things that seem insane at first, statements like “Gandhi was more violent than Hitler” or “Heidegger was great because he was a Na…

On Love and Attachments

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 21 Feb 2025 17:21:37 GMT

Love has never been simple for me. It has always felt like something I had to earn, somewhat like a test I needed to pass, a puzzle to solve. And the more I reflect on my recent experiences, the clearer it becomes; my love has often been tangled with the need to fix, to prove, to hold on even when I should have let go.

I recently walked away from someone…

Journal entry #109

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 14 Feb 2025 16:42:00 GMT

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I never quite cared for life.
I always assumed I'd end up dead before 25, probably due to alcohol poisoning or a drug overdose, 
whichever one found me first.

I lived for the thrill of life, not in the
rebel-without-a-cause kind of way, but more of a leave no stone unturned.

The human experience always intrigued me, how we spend so much time caring f…

Journal entry #192

Maryanné Muse — Fri, 14 Feb 2025 16:36:32 GMT

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a friend of mine once asked;
“what if in the end, there was truly nothing?”
to which i replied;
“what if that was the lesson we had to learn all along?”

How we fall in love knowing one day this person may leave, or die, or both.
but loving them anyway?
that after every laugh session, an existential crisis was on its way. 
Barring children, knowing it…