Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Seven. Born Sinner, the opposite of a winner.
I've always loved the album Born Sinner by J. Cole but now I'm a kafir I even love it more. My name is obv not Seven (Real Madrid supporter and Raulista who absolutely loves the number 7) a muslim girl deserves a proper muslim name so that's what my parents gave me. Lucky me, my names are also quite common amongst people in Western countries and if it wasn't for my surname people wouldn't think I'm a muslim. Hmm, not so lucky I guess.
So, I'm a 19-year-old Dutch girl living in the UK, parents are from Ethiopia (Somali ethnicity) and religious. And when I say religious I mean really religious. From the age of four I've been wearing a scarf and going to the mosque. Became a hafiza at the age of 7 and GOD, my parents were proud of me, specially my dad. Whenever I was in the mosque, I used to read out loud, wanting people to hear my voice as I loved the attention. Everyone used to be like "Mashallah" "May Allah grant you and your family Jannatul Firdaus" etc.
At the age of 9/10 I used to wear these long hijab's to school, even during PE classes, too scared to take it off. I wanted my dad to be proud of me but I was soo jealous of my friends who didn't have to wear it. One day, my teacher told me that it was too dangerous to wear it during PE (OMG, I was asking myself how the fuck I used to wear a HIJAB during PE but now I remember, I used to tie it around my middle), I felt such a relief but didn't want my dad to know that I actually wanted to take it off so I said to him I had to eventho I didn't want to. Teacher came to our house talking my parents and voila, I didn't have to wear it anymore during PE. I feel so disgusted thinking about it now, totally forgot I used to wear it during PE. Why would you do that to a kid, it's so facking dangerous.
Anyway, due to this I did no longer want to wear a long hijab but I never had the courage to leave the house without it. It took me a couple of years before being able to and my dad would leave me alone instead of starting an argument (hijab is a direct order from Allah, am I disobeying him bla bla bla) or becoming aggressive. But even now, there are days that I HAVE to wear it when going to masjid. First of all, I don't even want to go mosque and I don't want to wear this fucking hijab but my dad doesn't seem to understand that.
Ugh, I have 10% left on my phone and still haven't told my story. Plan was to tell about my path to enlightenment but instead I've been going on and on about hijab. The hate is real, lol. I'll get a charger and continue in a bit.
Let go of the hate.
You do not wish to be a SITH LORD do you?
Let your hair flow as you frolick around in your
HAYYA wear as you ride the U
nicorn of freedom and blessings and get vibrations of joy rushing and pulsing through the points of your pleasant music maker that
tingles with every soft breath it embraces...
Topic: Born Sinner