before and after.. Masha ALLAH

My life will be change now. I've talked with a friend and she is a Muslima. After all she decided that i need to become a Muslimah for her and that she started to teach me how to become a good and respectful Muslimah! She told me it will take time but with time, she said i will learn to accept and love to be a Muslimah for her!

From now on my blog will be dedicated completely to Muslimah, abaya, hijab, niqab

Islam is a religion of gender dichotomy, men and women have their defined established roles. There is no confusion and blurred lines between roles as we see in the western cultures.

A man’s role in Islam is to lead, conquer and spread the seed of Islam. He ensures that his children stay protected, guarded, fed and disciplined so he can raise strong warriors and princesses of Islam. He ensures that his wife’s beauty and softness is seen only by him and hidden from everyone else by guarding, protecting and instilling the values of modesty through the Abaya on her. He does this not to enslave her, but to protect her dignity, modesty and uphold HIS reputation in society so that he is not ashamed to step out of the house.

A women’s role in Islam is also very important. Everything begins and ends with her. At her whim, wars can be started and relinquished, home can be made or destroyed. A women seldom does not know the power of her femininity and submissiveness. Without lifting a finger, she has complete control over her husband’s emotions, decision making, well-being and health. She is the foundation of the family, keeping the children and her husband well fed and strong. Bringing peace, happiness, delicate charm, softness and sensibility into an otherwise chaotic world.

It is only fair to keep her hidden and subdued, as she can be easily claimed by another, thus shattering the very foundation for the family her husband worked so hard to build. This picture shows a strak contrast and heterogeneity of how a Muslim man carries himself vs. how a Muslimah carries herself. There is no “shoulder to shoulder concept,” as in the western society, a women’s and man’s place is well defined by Islam. Accept it ☝️

1 year ago:

He had pursued her unrelentlessly. From the moment he spotted her in the skimpy skin-tight pink dress at a West Hollywood bar a year ago, he knew it was she who he wanted to lay claim on.

She would be the one he would mold into a perfect Muslimah, a pious wife and a devoted mother. She would be the one he would subdue and change forever. In a way, he almost felt bad for her, because she had no idea how her life would change forever. He stared at her from across the bar, his eyes fixed to her every movement — like a tiger watching his kill.

Maybe it was her delicate looking jawline, or maybe it was her slender collar bones, like those drawn on by the most skilled artist. Or maybe it was her swan like movements and demure nature, and then it hit him…. for a brief moment their eyes locked. Her eyes were intoxicating, filled with exhilarating depth he was able to recognize. They were filled with pain, indirection and the yearning to be given the opportunity to be allowed to fulfill her true purpose as a subservient wife and loving mother. She was a special woman and it was she he would convert. He felt protective over her, jealous, angry even…. she didn’t belong in this place.

He was a Muslim warrior, he grew up too fast after his father and mother were killed in a bomb blast in front of him. He had to bear more burdens than a guy his age should’ve. He had worked hard for his reputation and status. He was a well known figure in the Islamic community and gave charity and donations to local mosques, Islamic centers and fitness gyms. Everyone knew him, the guys at the butcheries to the brothers at the car dealerships. His Muslim brothers would drop anyone that wronged him. He always got what he wanted. And today he knew what he wanted.

He confidently put his virgin drink down as he smiled and walked across the floor towards her thinking ……in a year from today, her entire personality, viewpoints, perspective — to her very religion and first/ last name would change.

Present Day:

His buddies picked him up on their shoulders as everyone vehemently fired AK-47s into the night sky shouting and howling in celebration, he was a married man today. The night had drawn to a close and his friends whistled him towards the house where his hard earned prize waited…ready to be claimed, body and soul.

Weeks ago she would have answered to the name Brittnee. Once she placed the niqab over her face, she was reborn. Brittnee and her lifestyle was gone and forgotten. She was Aria now, the latest to embrace the Veil and join the Sisterhood. Ready to help others embrace and understand the true mean of what it is to be a Sister of the Veil.

pretty white woman converts to islam wears hijab for first time , she looks lovely in satin hijab

Being conquered looks cute!

Shes now one of us ,🧕🖤

Your blog used to be all white girls now is filled with this blacked shit . What gives . why the change? Someone is confused I think 🤦‍♂️

Why? Because fuck you that's why! this is my blog and i'll post what i like! and maybe that "shit" is something i enjoy and excites me! unlike this conversation with you! you don't like my blog or posts? read my blog description and GTFO.

What a beautifully niqab

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Perfectly made up, perfectly manicured.. and let’s not even start on what kind of ultra-sexy lingerie I’m wearing under my abaya. I’m perfectly aware of the desire and lust I’m causing in most men around me, but I only belong to one man, the one who made me a woman, made me a muslimah wife and simply owns me, body and soul.