I don’t mind the curious looks of small children at the masjid as they wonder about the art on my body. What I do mind are the harsh judgements passed by grown men and women. Am I really so different from you? Just because this is what you see when I pray does that mean the prayers that come from my lips are any different from yours? As I said my shahada I became a muslim, a sister in this Islamic community… Right? Love your brothers and sisters in Islam and care for the reverts in your community. Never be too quick to judge another❤
:) Reminder to me and to all out there: Never be too quick to judge another
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. Love isn’t about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn’t even know was there.
Well, if I could imagine [my perfect day], I’d be able to wake up… and my alarm wouldn’t go off. And I would wake up really late! I could go on a walk. And I wouldn’t wear a hat, wouldn’t wear sunglasses. And I could walk, and make eye contact with whoever I wanted, and smile, and get my own coffee.