As Muslim women, we have been liberated from this silent bondage. We don’t need society’s standard of beauty or fashion, to define our worth. We don’t need to become just like men to be honored, and we don’t need to wait for a prince to save or complete us. Our worth, our honor, our salvation, and our completion lies not in the slave. But, in the Lord of the slave.

Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.

Sometimes the gifts of God aren't wrapped as we expect.

There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you... And there are others who will understand - without you even speaking a word.

Can not the One who gives life to dead land, give life to dead hearts?

Any beauty you see in me is only a reflection of Him, any ugliness, a reflection of my self.

Be grateful for the wound that pushes you towards God.