It was my last school year of college, and I still needed to land an internship, but I was having no luck. I can’t express to you guys enough how much it sucks to send applications, and emails, make cold calls, and reach out to every contact I had, and still nothing. It mainly was dead ends or no word back. It started to hurt. It hurt my self-esteem. I felt like I was lacking something.

I would spend a lot of time judging myself. My writing was horrible. I would try hard to write better cover letters and emails, but they always sucked. I never felt proud of them. I would either get too personal or not personal enough. I tried hard to get into this world I dreamed about, but nothing was budging.

I went to craigslist and looked for internships since applying directly to studios was not working. I got interviews from a start-up youtube channel and a rental place called Concrete Studios. I decided against the youtube channel, and I am trying to remember why. I know that I dragged a friend with me because I was scared of the area.

Concrete Studios was my first internship. I was there for a short amount of time. Concrete Studios was located in downtown Los Angeles. It was in this giant abandoned building. When I first drove out there, I was scared. It was close to skid row, and downtown L.A. is not ideal for a young woman. I thought I was going to die going into this interview. I sometimes pass the building where the internship occurred and remember how scared I was on the first day. The building was big and grey. When I went in, it still looked abandoned. I remember getting onto the elevator and heading to one of the top floors. When the elevator opened, this floor looked more lively. I found the room for Concrete Studios. The owner interviewed me. They rented out the space for photography, films, or anything creative. As the intern, they wanted me to open the space for customers, answer phones and emails, and advertise for them. They wanted me to post ads for their business on different sites. The owners were friendly, and I was desperate. I thought this would open doors and look good on my resume. I decided to accept the internship. I would not be compensated for my time or offered any meals. You know how that goes. They wanted me to come in as much as possible, but I committed once or twice weekly. I was still working full-time, and I was a full-time student.

I am going, to be honest with you. I hated going to this internship. The drive was atrocious. Traffic going to the internship and back. The job was easy but tedious. I don’t do well with boring. I like to challenge myself, but I understood that I was just an intern and they weren’t paying. So, I appreciated them not taking advantage of me. I was there for a couple the artist that came in to shoot. Tam Tam is the only one whose name I remember and still talk to once in a blue moon.

I remember being the only one there when Tam Tam and her crew came to shoot her music video for Gender Games. It was the month of Ramadan, and I was fasting, and so was Tam Tam. She was a fellow Muslim. She had big beautiful curls and was singing about something I understood strongly. It touched me. She was beautiful inside and out. I have been following Tam Tam since 2014. She is a huge star internationally. She carries herself with grace, and I admire that so much. Muslim women need more representation, and she does a great job. Tam Tam always responds to my messages if I need advice. She has never lost sight of who she was and where she came from. I consider her a Muslim sister and a friend. Recently, I ran into her, and she remembered me. She was so incredibly beautiful. I wish we had taken a photo together. Thank you, Concrete Studios, for introducing me to Tam Tam, and thank you, Tam Tam, for being such an honorable person. May Allah continue to bless you. Her words had given me hope many times when I had none left. She has constantly reminded her followers that God is with us during all hardships.

Here is an article about her.

I decided to end the internship after a couple of months. I did some of the work from home and some at the office, but I didn’t want to be there any longer. So, I left and thanked them for their time and the opportunity but secretly, I was thrilled not to have to drive out to downtown L.A. again.



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