You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
I’ve only ever ran into two types of guys.
The ones that stare at you like they’ve never seen a woman, hoping that maybe If they stare hard enough, you’ll magically fall in love with them or the ones that make a huge show of lowering their gaze, lowering their head so far down like they’re afraid they’ve just seen medusa.
If dudes are expected to have a lot of sex
But ladies are expected to stay virgins until marriage
But homosexuality is bad
I’m really confused who dudes are supposed to be having all that sex with
The other day, I read an article about hijab where a woman was chastising other women for wearing abayas with sleeves that are too tight to make proper wudhu.
Islam is the religion of ease. There’s no reason to berate someone because their sleeves are too narrow - there are other…