People are so fragile, paper cuts so tormenting.
I’m posting this here because I want to remember these forever. This was definitely the best status I’ve ever posted. I turned 23 on Thursday, and I wanted more than just the generic Facebook wishes (I have my needs). It’s AMAZING to me how many of my friends remember exactly when we met and what that interaction was like. I couldn’t ask to be blessed with more beautiful people in my life. Alhumdulillah! Click the comment count to view more.
After publishing my most recent blog post, DC Mipsterz | A Very Mipsterz Xmas, I started thinking a lot about how I present myself online. I’ve had this blog since 2009, and I’ve always posted pictures of myself, my experiences, and my interests. I never saw a problem with sharing myself with the world. Also, I NEVER used to send my blog link to people unless they asked, and most of the people who follow me have always been strangers and fellow bloggers. Lately, I’ve been sharing my blog a lot more because it’s something I’ve always loved and I want to feel motivated to keep up with it. I want others to be inspired to keep online journals and stay creative with what they love.
I NEVER get my makeup done… I rarely even have the desire to dress up. It was fun, and different. I posted the photos. Then I was talking to a friend and I passed on the link to my blog. He thought it was weird that I would post those photos and it looked like I wanted attention. Whether that’s true or not (I’m still trying to figure that out myself), all of a sudden I felt really insecure. I started questioning my intentions. What does a follower count matter if people are only following you because they find you attractive? The photos from my last post hardly even look like me… I would much rather people follow me because they enjoy reading thoughtful, funny, or insightful posts. If I want to adhere to modesty as I define it, I don’t need to attract unnecessary, meaningless attention.
My personal opinions, based on self-image, not on others’ behavior (INWARD, in word):
I don’t care about the turban. I find it completely appropriate and beautiful. I don’t care about the makeup, in moderation. I dressed up for an event but on the regular, I’d rather people know my natural, organic face. I don’t want to ever feel like I need to cover my face up and change my look, a phase I’ve already been through. What I’m more concerned with is how much of this I feel I need to post all over my blog and share with the world, and my reasons for sharing photos of my made-up self. It’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s flattering when people follow you, comment on your photos, or compliment your look. It’s tempting to want to be like this all the time, and be able to have all eyes on you all the time. I’d love to continue to share photos, I just want to make sure my intentions are right, and I’m not changing myself to please others, or solely trying to gain attention. This will always be a reflective journal for me, I have no desire to change it into a style blog. That’s just not me.
I admire women who are studying to become change agents in this world. I admire women who inspire others, who are innovative, who DESIRE to help others. I ASPIRE to be a woman who others look at as an example for reasons other than her body, looks, or style.
This is not to say I’ll remove images of myself I’ve posted in the past, or that I don’t love blogs about fashion or style. This is just a reflection I’m choosing to share with you. You define modesty for yourself.
As always, this is a…
Saturday Night –
|Tamana is a makeup GURU; God bless her.|
|Tamana, my partner in crime & meee|
|took complete advantage of the penthouse restrooms, and we don’t care|
|Don’t let that smile fool you|
|oh, you didn’t know? locker rooms are FUN.|
|oxford rules: selfie|
|I RSVP’d to two parties in one night… UGLY SWEATERS, no curfews, graduations, and high school reunions|
At a George Washington University Muslim Student Association Eid party this Fall, we were asked to write our goal down on a chalkboard and take a picture with it. The sign behind me in the photos below reads “InshAllah in 10 Years I will be…”. For those of you who are unfamiliar, InshAllah means God willing. When I was growing up, I didn’t feel like I could dream this big… even now, I just don’t. I never saw hijabi role models in the media. Now that social media has become the most popular medium for sharing ideas, my eyes are opened to all of the different Muslim men and women working to make changes for our community and beyond. It’s fascinating to me that people have overcome so many insecurities about being minorities in the U.S. and have really embraced their differences and are working towards creating a better image of Muslims for all of us. So for this event, I wrote down a goal that I have no intention of obtaining, but it’s the first dream a lot of kids write down and it’s at the top of the totem pole. This was just to prove to myself that I can achieve my goals and I shouldn’t be afraid to aim high. I haven’t yet discovered my infinity but it’s the journey of a lifetime. This is such a little kid mentality but maybe we should strive to be more like kids; fearless and up for any challenge. Kids don’t see limits. So let’s be kids.
|Somewhere between Tampa and Sarasota, Florida|
Forida was HOT. With the turban being a fashion statement piece all over the world, I decided to try it out to cool myself down. It was AWESOME. I felt extremely comfortable, and extra breezy, and even got a compliment. I’ll rock it when I feel like it 😉