ALSO, for those who need it [x]. its a post on erasing all traces of yourself from the interwebs. 

this is not something to read and keep to yourself. please spread this around. may Allah keep everyone safe.

Our mothers do to us what their mothers did to them and what the mothers of their mothers did to them until one of us stands up and refuses to take it anymore but it isn’t a gesture of self-emancipation or a strengthening of personhood; it is simply an anguished strike against the cycle, the nature of affairs, the ever persistent convention that went on at the expense of the tender hearts of little girls who, like their brothers, deserved to sleep well and dream colorful but would only dream of an escape. Some wounded themselves, other shut down, even more gave up but there is always one child - ferocious of heart and robust of soul - who sees circumstance as chance and chance as a window out of a dark room. And to be that child is agony long before it is freedom.

But who is me? How many.

I’m just here..to compliment all the girls