Blessing of being a woman.

"The kingdom of women is the kingdom of tenderness,
subtlety and patience."

Jean Jacque Russo

One of these sweet days.

Jewelry.

Love.

She's the one who encourages me then I am down, who puts me down when I fly too high in the clouds.

I love my mom, may Allah bless her and give her Jannah.
Take care of your families.

My way to this blog.

I have a long way to start writing into this blog. How was that?

I liked to read other Muslim girls blogs at time to time, there are usually shown different styles of headscarf wearing, it was useful for me. Also, there was a lot of pictures of hijabi girls, in coloured trousers, skirts, scarves... I liked it at the first time.
One day I saw a beautiful photo of Muslim couple, they were standing facing each other and looking into each other's eyes. There were so much emotions in this picture, so I started searching its origin and I found Dora Dalila's blog. Oh, I spent there about two hours, I instantly felt in love with it. When I've been reading posts about Dora's "Hijab War", I felt like there was someone in my stomach. I really understood her feelings in such situation. Exactly, I had similar problems, a guess every Muslim girl had them.
So, I was inspired with Dora's bravery, with her desire to defend her Imaan.

And later I realized that girls, whose conversations focused only on clothes, make up, fashion, fashion-shows, parties...How could they be good slaves of God? And where are their humility and obedience? Between two fashion parties? Could they be an example for me?
I don't blame them. I don't think that we're doing bad, when we dressed nicely. I just want to show that the main thing is not what is outside but what is inside.


Peace and blessings of God.

Snowy forest.

What a wonderful winter. 

Never liked it, but this year I saw that even cold, freeze winter can be warm, if its beauty felt by heart.

Best things are not things.

I'm so glad that there are good people and good music in my life.