To Be An Arab Woman

“I refused, point blank, to be chained like an animal to a cruel and unjust culture, in a male-dominated kingdom of heaven.”


Book cover of “To Be An Arab Woman” by KALI – lips sealed with gold staples, set against a blood-washed veil of tradition

They said don’t share it. So I did.



She begins in silence.
She ends with fire.
To Be An Arab Woman is not just a series. It’s a dismantling. A reclamation. A literary unmasking of culture, patriarchy, family, faith, and the mythology of womanhood across continents and centuries.Told through the journey of Layla—a woman born into obedience and sculpted by revolt—we follow her across oceans and ruins: from veiled salons in Morocco to sacred jungles full of ayahuasca and half-truths, from betrayal-drenched family homes to the temples of India where she is renamed, remade, reborn.Each book is a layer peeled back.
Each revelation is earned in blood, in sweat, in whispered defiance.
She walks barefoot through centuries of expectation.
She steps through palaces of guilt disguised as heritage.
She lights fires in every room tradition told her to sit quietly in.
She becomes the woman culture feared—and then dared to blame.
Like a woman holding a match in a museum of shame, Layla does not escape.
She stays. And she writes.
This series moves through languages, cultures, and psychic breakdowns.
It begins in Jane Austen’s parlor and ends in a cosmic collapse.
And somewhere in the middle: Kali is born.


You Wanted Representation. You Got Reckoning Instead.
Designed by KALI. Built In Exile.