This all happened recently and since then my world has been one of new experiences and freedoms. When l say freedoms l will note that in life we all need boundaries or we will find ourselves in chaos. My freedoms are wearing that perfect little black dress with those amazing red heels, the freedom to curl my long thick hair and not be ashamed that it’s a sin to have it look nice, to have conversations with men, to wear makeup, to sit at a nice bar with a glass of wine and not feel ashamed and have that hot side serving of guilt that follows after, to wear bikinis to the beach and show off those legs, to listen to music, to make love and not feel that I’d burn in hell for my innate desires, to eat a Cesar salad and not have to say …“No bacon with that please”, to dance, to laugh and enjoy myself, to not ‘lower my gaze’ at attractive men but smile at them then get that flutter inside when they smile back, to have the right to say “l don’t want to do that”.
It is the little things that are the building blocks to a larger structure yet Islam prohibits the freedom of choice and what we are left with is a mass of people that are like incomplete buildings that fall upon sound structures destroying everything in its path.
Those that love me will accept me for me those that don’t aren’t deserving of my company. I’ve taken on everybody and I’ve lost all but one friend yet l don’t feel afraid or saddened by this as new friends will come and family will get over it. I will not live to die anymore, l will live to live.
Now that's the kind of girl that i would like to be with