Hey guys!
I know I’m no longer consistent with my blog posts but it means a lot to me that people are still visiting, reading and following my page. Numbers don’t matter to me. Even if I can make a positive difference in the life of ONE person who has read my posts, that means the world to me and more. But passing the 500 mark is pretty dang awesome, so thank you.
-Khushboo J. 🌼
Two words that succinctly describe us after we graduate college -“What now?”
And yet, here I felt hesitant to raise my hands up in du’a although I was surrounded by Muslim friends in a Halal restaurant.
“I swear on the Quran that my son will marry your daughter!” he exclaimed, assuring the girl’s parents.
I never really paused to think about the fact that these weren’t just stones and names we were passing by but rather thousands of actual, once living people now beneath the ground.
And all of this was caused by her mother in law, a woman I thought I knew. What is this, the 15th century? What the heck is wrong with this world? I thought to myself.
And I didn’t realize how this implicit, unattainable standard of beauty was affecting me. As I’d get ready in the morning and put my scarf on, I’d feel uneasy looking at myself in the mirror.
