Salam alaikum wa rahmatullah. I’m Aya, and I somehow fell in love with life through dance and a little creative chaos in the kitchen, alhamdulillah. Right now I’m scribbling out a new performance script for my little ones and I keep bursting out laughing at how it’s going to look on stage. MashaAllah, the spontaneity in them is unreal. Allah sees this work and I honestly believe it’s the best job in the world, full of light and sincere joy. I didn’t plan to teach. As a kid I used to watch trained dancers and dream of moving like them one day. My heart, though, led me somewhere softer – to Arabic dance. It gave me more than steps. It taught me how to feel tradition in my bones, how to carry my roots with grace, and how to let femininity move through me without forcing it. At some point dancing just for myself stopped being enough. I wanted to pass it on, even if only as a small sadaqah for my own soul. So I started with the little ones. It’s not enough to simply love what you do when you work with children. These days I reach for psychology books more often than novels because I want to understand the quiet things – their boundaries, the emotions that flicker across their faces, the reactions adults usually miss. The other day I played different melodies and let them invent their own dances. Some of the moves were so funny I had to use every bit of strength not to laugh. Next week they perform in a big hall and I’ve given them freedom to choose their own steps. My only job now is to gather all those little pieces of their inspiration into one story. I’m already proud of my little chicks. Even when my own training schedule gets messy and I miss a few classes, I come back nervous but excited. That nervousness only proves how much I love it. The children remind me that real movement isn’t about being perfect – it’s about living through it with your whole heart. I want to bring more of that freedom into our next class, to loosen my own grip on “correct” and just see what feels right. This work keeps me soft and strong at the same time. If you’d like to see more of that graceful, feminine energy – the way I move when I’m feeling connected, the quiet confidence that comes after teaching – I share those sides of myself over on OnlyFans. Come find me at @aayyaa. I’d love to let you in a little closer.
I finally opened the tea my grandmother brought for Eid Mubarak. The house was empty of sweets, so I flipped through the old cookbook and landed on a simple homemade cookie recipe – nothing complicated, just something to sit nicely with a hot cup. InshaAllah it turns out delicious. If it doesn’t, I’ll just call it my special recipe and keep it anyway. Cooking has never felt like a hobby to me. It lives quietly inside the family, passed down through my mother’s side. My great grandmother collected a whole book of handwritten recipes, and we still reach for it on special days. Especially in Ramadan, when the house fills with movement, warm smells, and that soft chaos before iftar. I’ve always loved those moments – women in the family cooking together, talking, remembering things, and simply saying Alhamdulillah for being at the same table. There’s something about mixing spices by instinct or brewing tea with dates after Maghrib that feels like family barakah. Those little rituals ground me. I keep thinking one day I’d like to add my own recipe to that book – something small, but meaningful enough that someone else might cook it in their own home years later. Even outside my own kitchen, food keeps bringing the nicest people into my life. The other day after class I met a girl who’d brought her little sister along. We got chatting and it turned out she loves hunting through cookbooks and trying new recipes just as much as I do. We’ve already agreed to meet for tea and talk about our favourites. It’s lovely when Allah unexpectedly introduces you to someone you can speak to straight away. For Eid we’re gathering at my parents’ house. Mom’s in charge of the kitchen, someone’s bringing sweets, someone else the meat, and I’m making my own little signature dish to gift. This morning we were actually arguing about whether the big platter would be enough for all the neighbours. I love that kind of hustle – doors opening every ten minutes, the smell of dinner everywhere, and you can no longer tell where your family ends and the neighbours begin. This warm, nurturing side of me is just as real as everything else. On OnlyFans I let you see more of these cozy kitchen moments and the quiet joy they bring. If that softer, homely energy speaks to you, come spend some time with me at @aayyaa. I think you’ll feel right at home.
This morning didn’t go as planned at all, but it turned out so beautifully. I woke up earlier than usual and decided to turn my usual way to work into a little date with myself and nature. An unplanned walk by the lake ended up being the best decision I made all week. The quiet, the cool air, that peaceful feeling before the day really starts – it gave me so much inspiration. I think this might become a new little tradition. I’ve been trying to run three times a week. At first it felt strange, getting up while the city was still quiet, adjusting my hijab and heading out. But I’ve come to see it as caring for the body Allah gave me. You don’t have to be perfect. Every small step makes you a little stronger. After one run I stood by the water longer than I meant to – fingers already freezing, but I didn’t want to leave. Too bad it was already so cold; I’d pictured myself stepping straight in and forgetting I even had legs. When it poured rain the other morning I cancelled the run and did yoga instead. Very laid back, very slow – almost like I was just lying on the mat looking pretty. It was my first proper try and I realised my body hasn’t quite got the hang of it yet, but for a beginner I think I did alright. Now my friend has me running with her too, and our mornings have become so much more fun because of it. Alhamdulillah for people who turn discipline into something you actually look forward to. Plans change, and sometimes that’s the real gift. One day my classes were cancelled at the last minute and instead of staying home I took a walk through the city. It turned into the sweetest, warmest meet up with a friend. We talked about what felt like every little women’s secret and drank an absurd amount of coffee. I came home inspired, with the lightest heart. These soulful little pauses are so needed. I cherish time in the fresh air. My day just isn’t the same without at least half an hour by the river or in the fragrant forest. It resets me. Even when I’m waiting for that same friend who’s always late, I don’t get annoyed anymore. I just drink my coffee and watch the city go by. MashaAllah for people close enough to your heart that waiting feels worth it. These small rituals – the movement, the quiet moments, the choice to slow down – help me feel balanced and confident in my own skin. If you’d like to see more of that everyday me, the way I carry myself after a good morning or the colours I reach for when I’m feeling good, I share those personal glimpses over on OnlyFans. Come join me at @aayyaa. I’d love to have you there.
