Originally posted on Enigma:
Just because I suddenly have this self belief, the belief that I won’t fail at life, that I am headed for something great, Just because I have faith in Allah, Doesn’t make me a pretentious bitch, it does not make me full of myself. So you’re telling me it’s better for me to doubt every move I make? Every word I write? You’re telling me it’s better for me to cry myself to sleep because I hate the way I look, and I’d rather be prettier, skinnier, better? Really? Just because I now think that I can change the world, that I will become published, that I will not let them bring me down, Just because I now see the beauty of my religion, the beauty in myself, in the world, It makes me full of myself?! Just because I now have this self-respect, the right to say what I’m thinking, it makes me big-headed?! My hijaab and my words, my poetry and my tears, What are they worth to you?