scroll back to a couple or two previous posts. Imma do a continuing story.
So, as I said, for my Muslim sisters that had hijrah to the hijab life of theirs, there musta be a story behind it. I'm going to share my sister's story that she told me.
Last two years, she had this dream where she was on the bus at the age of 30ish. She saw this two girls playing ball. She looked at those two girls. one of them was wearing a white-ish blue and the other one was wearing a red tank top with sports shorts. the red tanked top girl had brownish gold hair. She kept on looking at those two girls and realized that it was her and our eldest sister (yea, she loved to wear that outfit when she was a girl and that's why she knew it was her!). The "her"looked at her back, smiled and waved. As soon as she got out from the bus, our late uncle was waiting for her and smiled and kindalike ask her to be a good Muslim.
Okay, maybe it's not the best story that you've ever heard, but I had goosebumps when she told it.
Till then!
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