This is from different conversations between Muslims everywhere.
I found this on the internet, this is NOT my conversation.“I’m so tired.”
“Tired of what?”
“Of all these people judging me.”
“Who judged you?”
“Like that woman, every time I sit with her, she tells me to wear hijab.”
“Oh,…
(Source: islamnewsroom.com)
In France after picking groceries in the supermarket, a Niqabi sister stood in the line to pay. After a few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter.
The checkout girl was a non-Hijaabi Arab Muslim girl, began to scan the items of the Niqabi sister one by one, and after a while looked at her with arrogance and said: ”We have many problems in this country & your Niqab is one of them! We immigrants are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history. If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqaab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want.” The Niqaabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and lifted up her Niqaab. The checkout girl was in total shock.
The Niqabi girl who was blonde with blue eyes told her: “I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant. This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM. You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you.”
This has probably been done before but oh well here’s mine. Here’s to you Anons.
This thing I write in
or about.
These people who’ve written in
or wrote about
this place I write.
I didn’t realize you were good
when
someone mentioned your name.
I didn’t realize you were good
when
a lot of…
Blood on my hands from success
will never quite dry to stone
and the ribcage i so violently
tore from out his chest could
never really ever be my own
So in the end I never wanted
more to persevere over trying
to defend and at the same time
consume you into my heart too
and i never gave it back to…
About me
Open-mindedCoffee connoisseur
Has many loyal friends- some eccentric.
Interested in religion, pyschology, education, and family.
Always up for a good time
Go figure.
