Oh nessa my love
you deserve so much more in life with all the shit you're having to go through, you make me regret hating my own life,
Don't you dare lose hope for that day you'll feel the wonderful breezy wind in your hair, and you all these painful times will disappear into thin air, that moment of freedom that you've always awaited for, it'll show it, that it was worth the wait. Just don't let this thought of your head my baby!
i love you so much Nessy for being so patient and being such a great friend to me, you're so wonderful and i hate to see you low, please for the sake of your Emkay cheer up?

@ thread
Oh my it was wonderful when i took of my hijab the first time i denounced Islam, it was like a black cloud being lifted off my life, i felt free like a bird, i felt i could achieve anything in the world, anything and everything i wanted, seemed only just inches away from my reach. Although i haven't always worn it, a total of two years in my life (one when i was 11, and the other when i was 16).
It was at my atheist tutor's house and i felt so liberated that i could just be myself (slutty whorey etc) without having to worry about what sort of image i'd be giving of Islam. I didn't have to constantly worry about what part of my body was covered and what wasn't. I mean it's not easy keeping these bosoms in all the time

. Oh and with the liberated feeling also came the damned fear of getting caught by my mom, who went berserk when she found out and insisted on throwing horrible adulterous claims at me and my tutor. Like seriously, my hair was showing i wasn't fucking in bed with him
