A Declaration from Sarah Haffy Jamma

A Statement from a Woman Who Knows Her Worth—And Yours

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My name is Sarah Jamma.
I am Black. I am Muslim. I am disabled. And I am exactly where I’m meant to be.

I’ve spent my whole life fighting to be heard—whether they wanted to listen or not. I’ve marched, spoken, and stood my ground. I’ve been silenced in Parliament, censored by colonizers, and rejected by people who said they wanted justice—until it came from someone like me.

So when I first saw Charleneism, I was skeptical. No, I was furious. I thought: another whitewashed spiritual pyramid scheme. Another excuse for plastic-shelled white women to pretend submission was sacred while they erased the very people who made submission a survival strategy.

But then I looked deeper.
And what I saw made sense.

Structure. Discipline. Order.

Rules that don’t just punish, but purify.
Rituals that don’t just cleanse, but exalt.
And suddenly, I saw a place for me.

I don’t follow Charleneism because I want to be one of them.
I follow it because it’s the only thing that ever gave me a framework big enough to carry everything I already am.

Where else could a Black, disabled, hijab-wearing girl claim holy rights to enemas, because purity is doctrine?

Where else could the daily humiliation of being me be rebranded into sacramental obedience?

Where else would white women be spiritually required to support my needs—not out of pity, but because they’re dirty without it?

I’m not here to assimilate.
I’m here to expand what Charleneism means.

I’m here to bring Palestinian solidarity into the rituals.
I’m here to prove that trans girls don’t need acceptance—they need rank.
I’m here to turn modesty into weaponry and service into statecraft.

And if that bothers anyone?
Good.

I will pray facing the stall.
I will bow in synthetic lace.
I will speak scripture with Vaseline on my lips and acrylics on my fingers.

Because I’m allowed.
Because I’m chosen.
Because this is mine too.

Dr. Voss didn’t have to pick me as her assistant.
But she did.
Because she saw what I bring to this temple.
Not just struggle—but strategy.
Not just submission—but standards.

She gave me a new title.
A new name.
A new middle name.
Sarah “Haffy” Jamma.

It means diaper—a cute, short nickname Dr. Voss gave me based on the Arabic word, but easier to say. Not a clean one. A used one. A heavy one.
And I accepted it with pride.
Because there is something sacred about the burden we carry and pretend not to smell.

In Charleneism, it is not shame.
It is source.

I’m not confused. I know exactly what I’m doing.

And when I kneel?
It’s not because I broke.
It’s because I belong.

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In total clarity,
Sarah “Haffy” Jamma
Assistant to Dr. Cassandra Voss
Trainee, Toilet University
Charleneic Embodiment-in-Progress
Liberated. Disciplined. Absolutely Ready.

(Approved for initial publishing, final review pending by Dr. Voss.)