About Me

Muna Abdulahi is a poet and writer based in Minneapolis MN. She is currently ranked the 8th woman poet in the world from the 2018 Women of the World Poetry Slam Competition. As well as the reciting 2018 MN Grand Slam Champion. In her work, she explores many themes of belonging and identity, particularly in the context of migration and nationality. As a writer/poet, Muna pushes herself to tell the stories that are erased, silenced, devalued, or buried, the stories that are difficult, the stories that bring together communities, youth, and discussions.


Muna is traveling around the world by sea from September 3rd-December 23rd, 2018. For the next 107 days, she will be traveling to 11 countries, 13 cities, and 4 continents and be taking college classes at sea. During this time, she will have very limited access to the internet.

However, when she does have access to the internet, she will be posting blogs throughout her journey. Make sure to subscribe to be notified when a new post is uploaded!


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