The worst one was when I was in the mosque and I had a niqab on and some guy thought I was his WIFE and was like come on I parked the car a few roads away so we have to walk
I walked for a minute and then realised I wasn’t married
Stop reblogging my shame
It’s weird smelling alcohol in this house. Hate that shit but there is nothing to be done.
Where’d my motivation go?
My dad was diagnosed a few weeks ago with lymphoma. He’ll be undergoing his first round of chemotherapy tomorrow morning.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this scared. Please keep him and the rest of our family in your duaas/prayers.
I keep setting myself up for failure…every single time. Digging my own grave.