I've always thought that I would only confine these dumb letters to all the boys I've loved in high school, but no, apparently, I have a knack for writing love letters to every single boy that weakens these knees. So. here's yours.. for weakening my knees.
The thought of being apart from you next semester heaves my heart the way an anchor would heave a boat still in the ocean. Meeting you has grown to become my favorite accident. You have wit and your laughter is both ugly and infectious at the same time, but that isn't the reason why you mean so much to me. I'm not hopelessly in love with you.. yet, but it feels good to get these words I'll never tell you off my chest, I don't know if it's the way we have so much chemistry between each other (and yet nobody knows except us) or is it the way you are so gentle when it comes to me, but being around you makes me feel so brand new.
I started off clueless of how I feel about you. Your name is all over the corridor of the fifth floor; your heartbreaking two-timing reputation echoes through the girl's bathroom. Only recently have I gotten to know you better, so much better. I know where your birthmark is, and how you hate the fact it's tattooed onto you forever without your slightest consent. I know where you feel most ticklish and almost all your passwords. All I remember is that I have been late to class one too many times. Unaware of the probability we would both be late for class together, you came in one day and took a seat next to me. By the end of class, I was only certain of one thing: I wanted you to sit next to me in EVERY class.
It was the aura you bring that allowed me to see you differently. It's funny, you weren't one to stand out, but the better I knew you, the deeper others drown in your very presence and you are the only island I see. Now, we fall asleep in cars, share secrets and I would even sit next to you on days I got lucky. You would only text to ask about coursework but now I find you in almost every sleepless night. I am low-key crazy about that jawline and olive skin, but who could tell? I will never go an encounter without laughing at all our jokes. I adored you through all your haircuts. We share the same wandering spirit and I become more and more excited for the future at the thought of all the adventures we'll have together, in both cold and exotic lands. I don't know how I feel about us but I am so happy around you. No one could compare.
The electric we share is built of "If Only's", and I have completely no idea how you feel about me. You are my laughter; the brightest shade of tangerine, but allowing you to follow me deeper into myself would stain you an ugly cobalt blue. You are so beautiful. I should never deprive you of your pantone. You stand magnificent on your own, without me. Or perhaps with a shade as iridescent as yourself; maybe a tender mauve? Which is exactly what your girlfriend is.
The optimistic and wholesome spirit she is, is the person I will never become. I am too troubled, too angry, too sensitive and too hurt to bloom in adversity the way she has. I love to listen to you talk about your family, I wish I could say the same for myself. Alas, I can't. I am going to miss your careful, wary and quiet self once we graduate. Maybe then, will I finally have the eye to see you for what you truly are, which could either be, A. yet another encounter or B. my soulmate in the hands of another woman because I am far too careless to keep what could have been for me.
I hope you never stop wearing my bracelet because I sure as hell will never stop wearing yours.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Dear S*
Tonight's just another night of me wishing we were hanging out at my place like we used to, sipping on ginger ale talking about the crazy things we've done with our friends these past few semesters in college. Let me begin by confessing how bitter I've been since 'college' stole you from me. I hate that we can't afford the time and similar preferences to do the things we used to; like lounging at Papparich with our laptops for their Wi-Fi like the lazy cats we are, aimlessly browsing through books at Borders (I've watched you grow from John Green to boring psychology books) and ordering ice blended drinks in Coffee Bean, long before our generation bred coffee snobs. These days, we've stopped doing the things we used to like. I guess you could say we grew up, but I secretly think there's got to be more to us than meaningless nights at the Mamak watching you smoke cigarettes and mingling with your friends who will always seem unfamiliar to me.
You've watch me blossomed from 'spoilt brat' to a person who still doesn't know whether she has succeed in life or rather, transgressed. I thought of so much on my drive back from Perlis last night. S*, I've been thinking a lot lately, about how fond I am of you. God, I love you. And to think after everything we've been through, I'm so thankful to still have you in my life even though these petty events the universe has thrown our way is determined to make me feel like we've grown apart, (eg: commitment, priorities, expectations we can no longer meet) but the truth is you're still a 5-minute drive away and the only man in my life who always picks up his calls.
Sometimes, I stop only to realize that I'm this different person in college and I'd like to think part of it is the product of the funny friendship we've had. You correct me so much in life, be it in facts, spelling, pronunciation and even in my writing that these days I've become so wary and self conscious of almost every single thing I do. Although annoying, it is nonetheless helpful in making sure I don't screw shit firsthand. So you see, I've got a little piece of you inside me. These days I am not to mention, bitter, argumentative and skeptical which is funny because before this I never gave two hoots about how careful I have to be in everything I do. I'm not implying that you're the most careful person around, but you get what I'm saying don't you? You just aren't careless the way I am.
S*, there are only two men I would drop everything for who aren't blood-related to me and that's you and my boyfriend. My boyfriend being an obligation, I would still have to consider and think twice before I do anything for him. But for you, I am boundless. For instance, I am not prepared to go through lengths to- er, well, I can't make up any good examples of the measures I'd go through for you that I wouldn't do for my boyfriend but know this; you mean so much to me, S*.
You meant so much to me when we were 13 and stayed up late to text or ramble about the most random things on the phone. You meant so much to me when we were 14 and my first boyfriend had to move to Vietnam the same time my parents were getting a divorce. You meant so much to me when we were 15 and I had my first break-up and started dating crappy boys that could never compare to you (you are, as I always say, a fifty year old stuck in a body of an adolescent). You meant so much to me when we were 16 and I was failing every science subject in class. You meant so much to me when we were 17 and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. You meant so much to me when I was 18 and got a part-time job at Ms Selfridge hoping to spend every lunch hour I've got with you. You still mean so much to me now that I am 19 and have been on the deans list twice. I'm turning 20 next year and I know you will still mean as much to me as you did these last 6 years.
If anyone asked me what my favorite part of growing up was, I can't wait to answer them with your name. It will leave them totally clueless of who I just mentioned but you are all I've ever known growing up. Thank you.
p/s; remember that DÔME beret westole found from across the table where we sat at Baskin Robbins? I still have it. For keepsakes.
You've watch me blossomed from 'spoilt brat' to a person who still doesn't know whether she has succeed in life or rather, transgressed. I thought of so much on my drive back from Perlis last night. S*, I've been thinking a lot lately, about how fond I am of you. God, I love you. And to think after everything we've been through, I'm so thankful to still have you in my life even though these petty events the universe has thrown our way is determined to make me feel like we've grown apart, (eg: commitment, priorities, expectations we can no longer meet) but the truth is you're still a 5-minute drive away and the only man in my life who always picks up his calls.
Sometimes, I stop only to realize that I'm this different person in college and I'd like to think part of it is the product of the funny friendship we've had. You correct me so much in life, be it in facts, spelling, pronunciation and even in my writing that these days I've become so wary and self conscious of almost every single thing I do. Although annoying, it is nonetheless helpful in making sure I don't screw shit firsthand. So you see, I've got a little piece of you inside me. These days I am not to mention, bitter, argumentative and skeptical which is funny because before this I never gave two hoots about how careful I have to be in everything I do. I'm not implying that you're the most careful person around, but you get what I'm saying don't you? You just aren't careless the way I am.
S*, there are only two men I would drop everything for who aren't blood-related to me and that's you and my boyfriend. My boyfriend being an obligation, I would still have to consider and think twice before I do anything for him. But for you, I am boundless. For instance, I am not prepared to go through lengths to- er, well, I can't make up any good examples of the measures I'd go through for you that I wouldn't do for my boyfriend but know this; you mean so much to me, S*.
You meant so much to me when we were 13 and stayed up late to text or ramble about the most random things on the phone. You meant so much to me when we were 14 and my first boyfriend had to move to Vietnam the same time my parents were getting a divorce. You meant so much to me when we were 15 and I had my first break-up and started dating crappy boys that could never compare to you (you are, as I always say, a fifty year old stuck in a body of an adolescent). You meant so much to me when we were 16 and I was failing every science subject in class. You meant so much to me when we were 17 and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. You meant so much to me when I was 18 and got a part-time job at Ms Selfridge hoping to spend every lunch hour I've got with you. You still mean so much to me now that I am 19 and have been on the deans list twice. I'm turning 20 next year and I know you will still mean as much to me as you did these last 6 years.
If anyone asked me what my favorite part of growing up was, I can't wait to answer them with your name. It will leave them totally clueless of who I just mentioned but you are all I've ever known growing up. Thank you.
p/s; remember that DÔME beret we
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Dear A*
It's been a while since I last wrote to you. I used to write to you quite often and suddenly we got so caught up with our lives, we don't know what happened. These little gestures that used to mean the world to us have turned to rituals we no longer partake in. A while I ago I read back all the letters I sent you from 2 years ago, I think they're rubbish. So here's a really good letter to make up for all the shit letters I've written you from Day 1.
I used to always wonder if I would still call you my boyfriend three birthdays from now and I cringe at the very thought of it. I was always so scared of the future, especially for us, but I would never admit it. Well, not anymore. These days everything seems so boundless and I am so happy for what awaits us next because I know for a fact that no matter what happens, good or bad, we will always have each other to fix us. Today, I'm 3 semesters short of a college diploma. In a few months, you turn 21. Alhamdulillah, I'm so happy for us. For everything that feels right. For how far we've gone. No matter how far I try to run, fate does this funny thing where it takes me back to square one. I can't escape you. My fate won't let me, at least for now, not that I intend on escaping you. I don't.
Life is great with you, A*. It's been all that I've imagined it to be when I was 11 and watched those ridiculously corny local dramas on television only to ask myself "Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend?" You've been more than JUST a boyfriend to me, And if I had to face hell and high waters, I'm glad I did it with your hand in mine. (OK. That was just a figure of speech. I obviously don't intend on going to hell, but I really hope to have a blessed relationship with you; one that brings us closer to the path of our Creator) A*, what I'm trying to say is; I'm so proud of how much we've achieved together. What I have gone through with you, I will never wish to have gone through with anyone else.
I love you so much. I never knew I had the capacity to love anyone that isn't my blood this much. You are the greatest form of Rezeki God has ever given to me and never in a million years would I believe I am ever this privileged. Thank you, A* for all that you have contributed in molding me into the person I have become today. Nobody can ever replace you. For me, it has always been and will always be you.
I used to always wonder if I would still call you my boyfriend three birthdays from now and I cringe at the very thought of it. I was always so scared of the future, especially for us, but I would never admit it. Well, not anymore. These days everything seems so boundless and I am so happy for what awaits us next because I know for a fact that no matter what happens, good or bad, we will always have each other to fix us. Today, I'm 3 semesters short of a college diploma. In a few months, you turn 21. Alhamdulillah, I'm so happy for us. For everything that feels right. For how far we've gone. No matter how far I try to run, fate does this funny thing where it takes me back to square one. I can't escape you. My fate won't let me, at least for now, not that I intend on escaping you. I don't.
Life is great with you, A*. It's been all that I've imagined it to be when I was 11 and watched those ridiculously corny local dramas on television only to ask myself "Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend?" You've been more than JUST a boyfriend to me, And if I had to face hell and high waters, I'm glad I did it with your hand in mine. (OK. That was just a figure of speech. I obviously don't intend on going to hell, but I really hope to have a blessed relationship with you; one that brings us closer to the path of our Creator) A*, what I'm trying to say is; I'm so proud of how much we've achieved together. What I have gone through with you, I will never wish to have gone through with anyone else.
I love you so much. I never knew I had the capacity to love anyone that isn't my blood this much. You are the greatest form of Rezeki God has ever given to me and never in a million years would I believe I am ever this privileged. Thank you, A* for all that you have contributed in molding me into the person I have become today. Nobody can ever replace you. For me, it has always been and will always be you.
College hype
Salam everybody! Wow, it's about high time I updated this piece of scrap. My last update was before I enrolled for my third semester, and in two weeks, I sit for my final exams! How time flies. I've been up to so much that I've lost count of the interesting things I wanted to discuss on my blog. If you must know, I've been occupied with college, if anything. I'd like to think that's the excuse any college student would make when their group of friends ask them why did they bail the party last night (not that I even have parties to attend to) but it's true! and to all you future college-goers, you will understand once you graduate from high school ;) college sucks the life out of you, but I don't seem to mind.
You see, as much as I hate to admit it; I've come to really like college. I like the run-down hostel I live in. My bunk bed is so comfortable and you don't need air-conditioning to satisfy you when you live on the 12th floor. In college, I am in good company. I'm so grateful to be doing a course I can carry. I fall in love with different languages more and more each day; In class, it's made compulsory for us to study in English. When class is over, I immerse myself in a crowd that speaks Malay, especially since most people from where I study are from different state, and I love it! I don't mind. On Wednesdays, I have intensive French lessons I take for my electives. You tend to become more independent when you're not living at home. Being away from home has made me penny-wise. I appreciate sales a little more and I don't find it the least bit embarrassing to share with you the fact that most of the clothes I have in my wardrobe were discounted items. My first pair of Sanuk slip-ons were bought half-price and so is the Victoria's Secret tote bag I carry to class.
It's been my long life dream to do my degree abroad, and whether I will ever be given the opportunity provided I maintain my CGPA, Wallahualam; but I will always be eternally grateful for the time I've spent in Poly-Tech Mara. The experience I've gained here has humbled me so much. A million praises to the Almighty for giving me what I initially thought was a burden, only to have realized that this was singlehandedly the few greatest things that has ever happened to me.
Being in college has also given me the opportunity to take a step back and reassess myself. If I were to become anything from here on out, it will be anything but pretentious. I will never bow down to the ridiculous standards of society and social circles. Treat others the way you wish to be treated and if anyone upsets you, remind yourself of the good they've done for you and think happy thoughts. If that doesn't work, distance yourself from them with the Niyyat that you wish to be away from whatever that will not mold you into a better individual. Be around people who give you positive vibes. It is perfectly fine to cut ties, especially with people who you feel don't help you mature as an individual. It's okay to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. Most importantly, believe in God and that everything happens for a reason. Okay, hehe my pep talk is over. Good luck finding yourself in college, if you didn't in high school! I for one still am! Salam!
You see, as much as I hate to admit it; I've come to really like college. I like the run-down hostel I live in. My bunk bed is so comfortable and you don't need air-conditioning to satisfy you when you live on the 12th floor. In college, I am in good company. I'm so grateful to be doing a course I can carry. I fall in love with different languages more and more each day; In class, it's made compulsory for us to study in English. When class is over, I immerse myself in a crowd that speaks Malay, especially since most people from where I study are from different state, and I love it! I don't mind. On Wednesdays, I have intensive French lessons I take for my electives. You tend to become more independent when you're not living at home. Being away from home has made me penny-wise. I appreciate sales a little more and I don't find it the least bit embarrassing to share with you the fact that most of the clothes I have in my wardrobe were discounted items. My first pair of Sanuk slip-ons were bought half-price and so is the Victoria's Secret tote bag I carry to class.
It's been my long life dream to do my degree abroad, and whether I will ever be given the opportunity provided I maintain my CGPA, Wallahualam; but I will always be eternally grateful for the time I've spent in Poly-Tech Mara. The experience I've gained here has humbled me so much. A million praises to the Almighty for giving me what I initially thought was a burden, only to have realized that this was singlehandedly the few greatest things that has ever happened to me.
Being in college has also given me the opportunity to take a step back and reassess myself. If I were to become anything from here on out, it will be anything but pretentious. I will never bow down to the ridiculous standards of society and social circles. Treat others the way you wish to be treated and if anyone upsets you, remind yourself of the good they've done for you and think happy thoughts. If that doesn't work, distance yourself from them with the Niyyat that you wish to be away from whatever that will not mold you into a better individual. Be around people who give you positive vibes. It is perfectly fine to cut ties, especially with people who you feel don't help you mature as an individual. It's okay to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. Most importantly, believe in God and that everything happens for a reason. Okay, hehe my pep talk is over. Good luck finding yourself in college, if you didn't in high school! I for one still am! Salam!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Results are out!
Salam everybody! How's it going? I got my results.. and unfortunately for me, I failed in maintaining my 4 flat streak.. by 0.02 points. That's right, I got 3.98. My feelings! UGH. But of course it is important for me to be grateful. After all, everything happens for a reason. I know I didn't work as hard as I did last semester. InsyaAllah I'll work harder this semester. Congratulations everybody!
And why yes, I'm taking TESL in college hehe! I would personally advice all you future college-goers to pursue in something you actually enjoy studying and can carry out. I took pure sciences in secondary school only to realize that sciences wasn't really my forte. I really struggled. Which is why I decided to take languages in college instead. College really isn't about taking any course too sophisticated, technical or glamorous if you fail to cope with it. So be sure to do something you like! It don't matter what, yo.
Anyway, my third semester begins next week. Also fasting begins in t-minus 96 hours! It would be wrong for me as a Muslim to say I don't look forward to it.. but I can't help it I'm always hungry. InsyaAllah this year God will give me the strength to persevere through these famished hours. I hope you have a wonderful Ramadhan this year! Lots of love!
*gloats at my little achievements*
And why yes, I'm taking TESL in college hehe! I would personally advice all you future college-goers to pursue in something you actually enjoy studying and can carry out. I took pure sciences in secondary school only to realize that sciences wasn't really my forte. I really struggled. Which is why I decided to take languages in college instead. College really isn't about taking any course too sophisticated, technical or glamorous if you fail to cope with it. So be sure to do something you like! It don't matter what, yo.
Anyway, my third semester begins next week. Also fasting begins in t-minus 96 hours! It would be wrong for me as a Muslim to say I don't look forward to it.. but I can't help it I'm always hungry. InsyaAllah this year God will give me the strength to persevere through these famished hours. I hope you have a wonderful Ramadhan this year! Lots of love!
Friday, June 13, 2014
Hijabi for a day
Salam everybody! Wow, it has almost been a month since my last update! but I'm pleased to tell you that my final exams were doable, Alhamdulillah! My results are due in roughly a week's time. So pray for me! InsyaAllah I'll do alright. Secretly hoping for another 4 flat to maintain my streak.. but I'm not willing to bet on it cause I know how much I've slacked this semester, tsk tsk! As the saying goes, whatever will be, will be. I will simply redha for I have done what I can. The rest is in God's hands! Amin.
I'd like to think God's greatest gift is choice. We always have a choice. Which is why, to me, I will personally advise you to only wear it when you're ready! Although the Holy Quran verses 24:31 and 33:59, state that we are held accountable for our behavior and our sins after we've reach puberty, forgive me for I was not strong enough to take on the task of dawning a Hijaab after I've reached my time. I do not serve as the perfect example but MasyaAllah sister, if you feel as though you have the strength and patience that suffice to dawn your Hijaab after you've reached puberty then by all means! Alhamdulillah, you go girl!
Also, dawning a Hijaab made me feel more confident of myself. I was brave enough to walk into Borders alone with my purse in one hand and a cup of iced Chai in the other. I feel empowered! Not even the security guards dared to tell me that no drinks were allowed in the bookstore. I was a rebel without a cause and I felt notorious! But of course this is not what I am trying to achieve as a future Hijabi, InsyaAllah. Finally my petite and insecure self remembered that it had self-worth and so does every other girl. I achieved a modest level of self-esteem and frankly, for the first time in many days out, I felt genuinely happy!
My best friend Naj said the kindest thing to me this week, I never felt like I deserved to hear this from anyone in a million years. "If anyone were to put on a Hijaab, you have the perfect Akhlak for it." Those were by far the kindest words I've ever heard from a friend! Minutes later we were in H&M. She saw a mannequin with an absurd turban on and told me "Babe. If you ever dress like this out, I will kill you." What are your best girls for, right?
Lastly, the Hijaab experience humbled me. As a woman, when we dawn a Hijaab, our best assets are covered. So instead, why not try to be remembered for all your greater traits such as your intelligence and your wonderful personality? This is where the importance of being kind is essential as a Hijabi. Stay thirsty and constantly feel the need to seek knowledge. Ask questions! Be modest and bear in mind that there are others in this world who are far more better than we are. Let them serve as our guideline and not as people who we must envy. Repent on our sins in every prayer for God is forgiving and God is kind. I promise you, once you put your Niyyat into becoming a better person then all your physical assets won't matter no more because others will learn to love and accept you for who you are! ♥
And most importantly my loves: Covering your Aurah is all about becoming a better person. So never ever look down on others who are not ready to cover their Aurah. Remember that we are always tested by Allah SWT and ever so often, we fail. Everybody has their own struggle and a special relationship with God. Finally, learn to respect the teachings of different religions and never offend them! Once you offend other religions, you will represent yours badly. Islam is a peaceful religion, try not to complicate it!
Thus, ends my entry on my interesting Hijaab day out. Phew! Now that's a long post to make up for my absence, hehe. Forgive me if my knowledge in my religion does not suffice :( you can click here to refer more on Islamic teachings and on why we are taught to dress modestly. Also, I apologize if I have spoken wrongly. Please do not hesitate to correct me if I'm wrong :( God knows the flaws I have within myself. I hope you enjoyed reading my 2 cents once again! Before I end my post, here's something cute I ripped off the internet,
“I wear it so that I will be judged by my intelligence, personality, and integrity rather than the way I look.
I wear it so that men will not have a second look at me as if I were a piece of meat walking by for their own pleasure.
I wear it as a powerful way to represent myself as a Muslim.
I wear it because I do not want to conform to today's twisted standards of beauty.
I feel like a queen with a crown on her head when I wear it.”
Alhamdulillah. These past few weeks have been divine! I've been going out with a Hijaab on as to get the feel of it before I ever decide to permanently commit to it. MasyaAllah, the feeling is amazing. I can't put a finger on what it felt like. Dawning a Hijaab to me, made me feel safe. I definitely felt a million times safer than I did when I had my short skirts on. No perverted gazes or wolf-whistling. I felt like a respected individual. Huzzah! I now understand what the Holy Quran meant when it said 'The sole purpose of a woman covering her Aurah is for her to protect herself.' My religion means well but it's disappointing to see others who do not understand us feel as though we are being oppressed into covering ourselves up. It's liberating to be away from the watchful eyes of one's Nafsu.
I'd like to think God's greatest gift is choice. We always have a choice. Which is why, to me, I will personally advise you to only wear it when you're ready! Although the Holy Quran verses 24:31 and 33:59, state that we are held accountable for our behavior and our sins after we've reach puberty, forgive me for I was not strong enough to take on the task of dawning a Hijaab after I've reached my time. I do not serve as the perfect example but MasyaAllah sister, if you feel as though you have the strength and patience that suffice to dawn your Hijaab after you've reached puberty then by all means! Alhamdulillah, you go girl!
Also, dawning a Hijaab made me feel more confident of myself. I was brave enough to walk into Borders alone with my purse in one hand and a cup of iced Chai in the other. I feel empowered! Not even the security guards dared to tell me that no drinks were allowed in the bookstore. I was a rebel without a cause and I felt notorious! But of course this is not what I am trying to achieve as a future Hijabi, InsyaAllah. Finally my petite and insecure self remembered that it had self-worth and so does every other girl. I achieved a modest level of self-esteem and frankly, for the first time in many days out, I felt genuinely happy!
My best friend Naj said the kindest thing to me this week, I never felt like I deserved to hear this from anyone in a million years. "If anyone were to put on a Hijaab, you have the perfect Akhlak for it." Those were by far the kindest words I've ever heard from a friend! Minutes later we were in H&M. She saw a mannequin with an absurd turban on and told me "Babe. If you ever dress like this out, I will kill you." What are your best girls for, right?
Lastly, the Hijaab experience humbled me. As a woman, when we dawn a Hijaab, our best assets are covered. So instead, why not try to be remembered for all your greater traits such as your intelligence and your wonderful personality? This is where the importance of being kind is essential as a Hijabi. Stay thirsty and constantly feel the need to seek knowledge. Ask questions! Be modest and bear in mind that there are others in this world who are far more better than we are. Let them serve as our guideline and not as people who we must envy. Repent on our sins in every prayer for God is forgiving and God is kind. I promise you, once you put your Niyyat into becoming a better person then all your physical assets won't matter no more because others will learn to love and accept you for who you are! ♥
And most importantly my loves: Covering your Aurah is all about becoming a better person. So never ever look down on others who are not ready to cover their Aurah. Remember that we are always tested by Allah SWT and ever so often, we fail. Everybody has their own struggle and a special relationship with God. Finally, learn to respect the teachings of different religions and never offend them! Once you offend other religions, you will represent yours badly. Islam is a peaceful religion, try not to complicate it!
Thus, ends my entry on my interesting Hijaab day out. Phew! Now that's a long post to make up for my absence, hehe. Forgive me if my knowledge in my religion does not suffice :( you can click here to refer more on Islamic teachings and on why we are taught to dress modestly. Also, I apologize if I have spoken wrongly. Please do not hesitate to correct me if I'm wrong :( God knows the flaws I have within myself. I hope you enjoyed reading my 2 cents once again! Before I end my post, here's something cute I ripped off the internet,
“I wear it so that I will be judged by my intelligence, personality, and integrity rather than the way I look.
I wear it so that men will not have a second look at me as if I were a piece of meat walking by for their own pleasure.
I wear it as a powerful way to represent myself as a Muslim.
I wear it because I do not want to conform to today's twisted standards of beauty.
I feel like a queen with a crown on her head when I wear it.”
Thursday, May 15, 2014
15.5.2014
Ya Allah,
I feel as though the digger I deep to further understand myself, the more I realize what a terrible person I actually am. I know people say to never be too hard on yourself, but I can't help it. Sigh.
ﺃَﺳْﺘَﻐْﻔِﺮُ ﺍﻟﻠَّــﻪَ ﺍﻟْﻌَﻈِﻴــﻢَ
I feel as though the digger I deep to further understand myself, the more I realize what a terrible person I actually am. I know people say to never be too hard on yourself, but I can't help it. Sigh.
ﺃَﺳْﺘَﻐْﻔِﺮُ ﺍﻟﻠَّــﻪَ ﺍﻟْﻌَﻈِﻴــﻢَ
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