Ayesha is your average 22 year old muslimah who goes to University. A muslimah who doesn't wear a hijab. All her life she has been asked the same question " Where is your hijab?" She got bullied since she was 10 by her so called sweet cousins Badia...
I scrolled through instagram as Haadiya picked and rummaged her way through my closet.
I wanted to take Haadiya's mind off Lamih and his doing so I decided to have a little girl time. And to make things more fun I thought why not wear matching clothes. And I think it worked because once again I saw that flicker of a spark in her eyes that used to be there before.
"Haadiya, how about this one?" I held up a flowy white maxi with a blue floral pattern on it. There were tassles hanging from it on the front and the sleeves were double bell style.
"That's perfect, infact I think I have one just like that. Let me go get it." She ran out of the room like a child and I gazed at her once again happy figure. I know she isn't fully healed yet, but we have to start with baby steps.
She ran back in with the same exact maxi but in navy blue colour with pink flowers.
"That's wonderful. Come lets pick out our accessories." We spent a good 1 hour and a half getting ready. And it was all worth it because by the end of it all Haadiya looked like our princess once again.
"We look gorgeous!" She squealed into the mirror.
I was wearing the white dress, and I paired it with a blue stone neckalce and some simple but cute silver diamond earrings. My wrists were decorated with three different sliver chain bracelets and I put my hair up into two cute dutch braids. I finished off the outfit with some simple blue sandals.
Haadiya was wearing her navy blue dress with rose gold earrings that shimmered in her ears. She adorned her wrists with several light pink bracelets and wore my favourite pendant, a cube with a stone in it. I pulled her hair pack into two twists and tied them together giving her an elegant look. She wrapped the look together with some light pink sandals.
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"Masha Allah yes we do." The room was filled with non-stop giggles and laughter from the afternoon all the way until the evening when Kaab came home.
