Bismillaah

I don’t understand why some of you sisters out there want to be just like the kaafira. Why would you want a life of ignorance when you are blessed with a life of simplicity and goodness? Why would you care what these kuffar women think about you, when it is you that should be thinking how unlucky they are and making du`aa’ for them? Why would you want to listen to the music they listen to when you know it kills their heart? Why would you want to have boyfriends? Why would you want to discard your obligatory garments for trashy things that only prove you are desperate for attention? Why would you want to dress like a whore, smell like a whore, and act like a whore when you know that their life is filthy? Why would you date a kaafir man and get pregnant and then expect Muslims to welcome you with open arms, and expect them to marry you off to a good Muslim man? It’s your own damn fault that you end up in the messes you end up in. Grow up. Be thankful that you have Islam and grab a hold of it. Stop calling yourself a Muslimah if you are going to be ashamed of being one. Because honestly, being a Muslimah is the best thing in the whole wide world. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. And it’s what makes life worth living.