I’m An American-Muslim Woman And My Hijab Is Part Of My Identity
I am scared to put a piece of cloth on my head which by the way…is who I am- it is my identity- and I am afraid for my life now because of it.
I am scared to put a piece of cloth on my head which by the way…is who I am- it is my identity- and I am afraid for my life now because of it.
They don’t tell you that strength is fleeting. They don’t warn you about how lonely it gets. They don’t tell you how badly you will want someone, anyone to just hold your hand while you’re being poked and prodded.
I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for not appreciating you more. I’m sorry for not always welcoming you in the best way.
You shouldn’t have to ask for your friends to love you during your difficult times. They just should.
I have something that is the key to opening this magical door of recovery: hope. I have hope.