I’m so done with school. FML.
Sometimes walking to class is my favorite part of my day. I am always amazed by the hundreds of stories, experiences…people, I’m surrounded by. Like hundreds of little books walking with me. I am astounded by the glimpses and tidbits I am blessed to encounter in mere passing. A smile, a glance, fragments of so many different yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows.
Look up from your phone. Take out your headphones. Look around. Live. Be.
You run into so much of the world from a 10 minute walk right down the street.
Sidenote: Happy Monday everyone! Wish you all the best and an easy week. And for those who have finals, I’m right there with ya! :)
Lifes too good right now. Alhamdulillah, for every moment that led me here. Things are finally working out. Slowly but surely. InshaAllah.
I love my sister more than words will ever be able to express.
I think that’s the one setback from going to school away from home.
I also pray she never sees this ‘cause she will hold it above my head forever.
BUT HEY AYSHA IF YOU SEE THIS KNOW I LOVE YOU :D
Hey, lets be honest. I try. I really do try. God only knows. I pray 5 times a day, or for the most part, attempt to. I read Qur’an. I try my hardest to decipher wrong from right, and act upon the latter. But don’t be here telling me how to wrap my scarf or what it means. I know what it means for me. I know what it does for me. I could give two cruds about your opinions on how you think I should live my life. Will your opinions be taken into consideration? Yes. But at the end of the day I answer to no one but Allah. I am who I am. And who I am happens to wear the scarf. This is not for you. This is my method of getting to where I feel I need to be, day by day, step by step, at a pace that is working for me. This is my journey. Not yours, your moms, and your imams, and your aunties down the street.
I’m doing me. You do you. If you have advice, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, kindly pull the person aside and have a HEALTHY CONVERSATION instead of holding them accountable publicly as you shove your opinions down their throat. I promise you if you were to do that to me, I’d vomit all over you.
I’m not going to apologize for looking good while I do all of the above.
Help one another rise. Sometimes what is your idea of encouragement could be discouragement for another individual.
All I know is I love my hijab. The attitude and mentality it gives me. I love it for how far it has gotten me. I enjoy standing out - I enjoy knowing that when I do something good in the publics eye they know it is a Muslim doing it - and I am humbled when I am doing something wrong because it is reminder that the world sees it as a Muslim doing it - thus allowing me opportunities to reflect and reevaluate myself constantly.
Hijab for me, MY hijab, in all of its multitude of layers, twists, colors, confidence, determination, endurance, honesty, the way I dress, style, think, proceed, execute, fall, and rise, has been one of my biggest motivations.
I will not let you turn it into something else just because you fail to walk a mile in my hijab - brothers, I could see how you would have a hard time with this, haha.
Sometimes all we need is understanding. That’s it. I understand in asking for understanding, you have to be the same in return - speaking for myself, I try my very hardest to.
I try. The point is, I try.
“…It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.”