When I’m sitting on the sidelines watching my friends chat their lives away with guys, trying to find a place to sit where I cant be seen. Trying to find someone to chill with who wont invite a guy over to join the convo….The words ring in my head.
When I’m listening to the painful words that prove that I am no where near to what this society classifies as “normal” and that i have taken a turn for “extreme”…The words ring in my head.
When I walk through the halls of America, with every eye turning to see what ’strange thing’ just walked in…The words ring in my head.
When the women at the masajid make it a point to tell me mother her only daughter will never get married because of the niqab she sports across her face….The words ring my head
The words that give me comfort and remind me of the reward in store in sha Allah 
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بَدَأَ الإِسْلامُ غَرِيبًا ، وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا ، فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ
“Islam began as something strange and will revert to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers.”
Fa Toubaa lil-Ghurabaa.
wa Alhamdulilah rab Al-alameen.
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