❤ ~◇Victim Of Prejudice ◇~ ❤

Prologue-

The last few months had been based on two emotions.Happiness and Well Sadness! Mother had passed away almost a year ago from now and that had caused me a great deal of Sadness,But then Happiness had shone down in my life and had brang me and Auntie Farah together. Auntie Farah had mothered me like I was her child, she had given me strong advice and most of all she.. She had given me a... a place I could actually call Home. But that's not all,I met those who I could trust and well those who I would avoid. I had been loved and judged, Loved by a person who had a strong compassion for his religion and a strong compassion and trust towards me. I had been judged by people who didn't support my 'headgear' aka Hijab and had even managed to get me to side with them and change my views and thoughts on MY Religion's deen. Subhanallah,I can officially say that my link with Allah and Islam was on the line for a while....!

Life After Mama's Death-

Mama always said:"Girls who wear the Hijab are seen as 'outsiders' in the eyes of Non-muslim's, But in the eyes of Allah Almighty they are seen as Beautiful Queen's!". I always thought she said this to lure me into wearing the Hijab at a young age for practice in  later life... I guess it worked?!

Just thinking of Mama brings tears to my eyes, when I was at the age of around 12.13 she passed away from a sudden heart-attack, Mama's death made me stronger and more careless of others (I have to admit)- May Allah grant her a Place in Paradise.

After my tears had dried and Mama had been buried, I had almost forgotten that I no longer had a place to call home. I remember Auntie Farah (Mama's Sister) telling me when I was younger that 'My father' had supposedly left my then heavily pregnant mother and a yet UN-born me so he's definitely out of the picture. Whilst I was worrying about living conditions, My relatives (Mainly My Great-grandmother) had thought of the situation as a chance to get me married off to a random stranger they thought of as 'Suitable'- put in mind that I am only aged 12-13 at the time, But Auntie Farah refused the offer for me as I had no voice of my own. Like My Mama, Auntie Farah was a strong women who would do anything to protect those she loved most but she was also soft-hearted.

Mama being her only and older sister, Mama's death had hit Auntie farah harder than anyone! But still her soft rosy cheeks had been smiling to be strong... Strong just for... Me.