The Shimmer got Dimmer

It was never just a piece of cloth
It is my belief,my vision,my thought.

The Hijaab I wore,was to please my Lord
To shatter the very trend of being a rack for all

He stared ,liked and followed what he saw
It was never love ,just a temporary awe

He praised and admired something so temporary
So delusional it was ,escaped in a hurry

The freckles veiled all that once was shimmer
The beauty he admired ,was now way too dimmer.

As the time eloped,thought came to trigger
He couldn't bear the woman ,now with a low figure.

Now she knew, he had gone for her beauty
Not the soul,traits and righteous duties.

Her looks were like a rent to exist
Down they go ,failed to persist.

Now I'll say,
Hijab taught me to embrace my skin
Going with the flow is a dead fish whim

A Muslimah is much more than a face
Hey!Hijab is for all,regardless of the race.

Dress to impress the Lord, and you shall succeed
Wear your Hijab,my sisters its the basic seed.

It was never just of piece of cloth
It is my belief ,my vision, my thought.

A love with a moral code

She was the girl next door...

Little did she know how beautiful she was
Just gave away her heart,to the very first she came across.

Diminishing her values,she made him stay every time
Loathed and disgusted she felt for her clay all the time.

She felt so dependent, like there was no turning back
Never called upon the savior, now that was a slack.

He rediculed her esteem, like never before.
She cried to the mosque , she couldn't do it any more.

She entered HIS( God's) house, when there were no men around
Broken in dispair , she prostrated to the gound.

She heard the words of God,chanting in her ears
She lifted her face , wiped away the very tears.

She sat in the corner,till the things weren't clear
A woman stopped by,what's the matter my dear?

She saw a face so pure,never had she witnessed before
She cried and cried and told the miseries she bore.

Turn to your Lord, He's the most forgiving and merciful
Find your peace in prayer , that is what she was told.

Upon every sujood she called, Forgive me my Lord.
You're the master and I the slave
I commit and you forgive

As the time passed by,heart widended and the days brightened
Her grip on HIS rope,her clasp tightened.

Things that mattered ,never did anymore
She had found a love, free of vices ,so pure.

She was saved by the savior, the creator of the worlds
The miseries enveloping her mind,didn't do anymore.

She was saved by the savior
She was the girl next door..

Learn to Believe it.

   A Condescending Approach to Life               

                               Asalamoalykum Warakhmatullah my brothers and sisters!

We are a creation so perfect by our creator, A Perfectionist, Subhan’Allah

Being a woman myself I would like to put forward an aspect of our lives, an element that envelopes our very reasoning, our self esteem, our self consciousness, our very goals and choices. Not that it only fits to women, but mostly, Yes.

Being part of this censorious society we have innate reduced human measure scales of beauty, according to which we classify a person as acceptable or guilty of imperfection.

Our reduced definitions of beauty limits to certain parts of our body, eyes, hair, feet or whatever.

I believe everyone is guilty of their carping instincts at some point, little or big

We have solely lost the concept of perceiving beauty holistically. 

For instance, a brother grows to an age of marriage and you might would want a general survey from the people around you, appearance nay a very defined appearance, is by far the most important element a man will look for in his woman, rarely are chances that a girl is valued for her intellect, education, an ability to run a household, chances of being an appreciable life partner and a good mentor for his to come babies.

The aftermath, many of you must already be aware of.

Anyhow the point I’ve been trying to make is, this all has drastically affected girls in their teen ages or I might can add girls under teens as well.

Every other girl ferrets up some minor flaws in their appearance either in their skin they might find a zit or they find their legs too short (even if they’re 5"6, the irony) or their cheeks too chubby or their hair too short or they’re fat, I hardly see flesh anymore, we no longer need to procure skeletons for medical surveys for every woman is a walking case of bones (No offense to skinny women, you’re beautiful, just don’t call yourself FAT and avoid bone dissolving crash diets)  and something or something. Every girl is struggling so hard to get bones instead of cheeks, sticks instead of arms and whatnot.

But what we fail to understand is, you will never be worth it for a person who fails to see beauty within you despite all what you’re gifted with. Wallahi, cruelty.

A person lacking the ability to look right at your flaws and chose to ignore them, and love you for who you really are for no human is flawless. By God, you WILL get wrinkles one day. You WILL get swollen eyes, freckles, white hair, loose skin, broad waist, but upon my soul a good heart remains there in.

Our little imagination has limited ability to foresee the big picture rather we’re personalized to go for the glitter but a wise one said every glowing piece is not GOLD.

It’s very convenient for us to splash out mean comments on how a person simply looks, what we fail to realize is how deeply we wound that poor soul guilty of being unlike you/me, guilty of being different or fails to fit your reduced belittled definition of being acceptable to the society.

You’re fashioned exquisitely. And there is someone out there struggling so hard to be like you but you don’t know the importance of it for you did not struggle any, it was God gifted so it’s for granted. It’s useless and you need to change it. You just need to challenge everything. Just can’t be happy with itCan You? Nah

The raised levels of anxiety and mental disorders are because of how complicated we make of things.

     We have adopted this natural tendency of belittling and humiliating ourselves so that someone might have sympathy and say a few words of kindness.

But my question is, WHY?

Why such a condescending approach for one ownself?

Why try so hard for people to love you when you choose the exact opposite?

Love yourself. You’re worth it.

The right people will always value you and you cannot possibly be an epitome of perfection for all eyes.

Every individual has different beauty standards.

Time to modify your mind storming & reshape your own perspective.

Stop feeling so little, compromising and aimless about your life.

Beautiful things are waiting, look around you.

You choose to ignore high prospects for you’re too busy making others realizes your existence.

They’ll know it, I assure you.

Break the cocoon shell and set yourself free from all the hectics of constant self realization and be who you are.

You don’t like heels? Great, don’t wear them

You don’t like tights? Great, don’t wear them.

You like Shalwar Kameez, Go for it.

You like loose cloths and covering your hair, Mash’Allah then my sister, Go for it.

Let go of Don’ts and go with the Do’s.

You define fashion, It doesn’t define you.

Don’t go with the flow; reshape your ocean, that’s the power of a woman.

Let your radiance out roar. Walk with confidence. Know your worth.

You’re here to prove nothing, live for yourself.

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL,LEARN TO BELIEVE IT.

My sisters:

                            Embrace your flaws, look right at them and choose to prefer your virtues, integrity, equity, goodness over your depravity.

Love. x