So Halal nail Varnish - wash off???

For those of you who don't know, I don't wear nail varnish. 

My reason is a bit depressing but I'll share it anyway. 

Now I don't about this in depth but it made sense to me so I stopped. 

15 years ago I wore nail varnish all the time. I loved the stuff. I still do... Which is why I need to get my hands in this washable nail varnish so damn bad. 

Anyway... You know how your wudu is incomplete when nail varnish is worn... Well, 15 years ago I was in a car accident. Which left me unconscious for a while. (I wasn't hurt - physically) When I woke, my first thought was, if wudu is incomplete then what would happen at the time if ghusal. (When they wash you at your time of death). That was the last time I wore nail varnish, cause the only guarantee in life is that we will die. If can happen at any point. And I heard that removing of nail varnish from a dead person is not allowed.

That was enough to scare me away from the stuff. 

So, I saw on Dina Tokia's Vlog that Nails inc had sent her wash off nail varnish. I googled this and found a company called "s n b" alway do it for mums to be. (safe and beautiful).

I needs this stuff in my life... I love dark reds... I found this in boots... Only applied it for the photos. 

(Normal nail varnish- part of a clearance in boots) 

After three coats I got the colour I wanted, but it's became to soft and not very neat. 

Post Ramadan / Eid Mubarak

I know, I know... I'm late... 

But Eid Mubarak...

Sorry... 

Good news though... I lost 3lbs during this time. 

So to try and keep up, I started "slimatea".

That's been "eventful", I'll be reviewing that once my two weeks of drinking it are up, 😕

Ramadhan Mubarak all

So, I'm fasting this month and it's been a bit difficult, I didn't understand what was happening to me... Until I read this... 

Have a read, it might help you understand you ramadhan journey (if you're fasting) 

Subhanallah 

Some interesting information what happens to our Body during fasting

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Detoxification Stage 1 (Day 1 To Day 2)

On the first day of fasting, the blood sugar level drops. The heart slows and blood pressure is reduced. Glycogen is pulled from the muscle causing some weakness. The first wave of cleansing is usually the worst. Headaches, dizzinessnausea, bad breath, and a heavily coated tongue are signs of the first stage of cleansing. Hunger can be the most intense in this period.

Detoxification Stage 2 (Day 3 To Day 7)

Fats, composed of transformed fatty acids, are broken down to release glycerol from the gliceride molecules and are converted to glucose. The skin may become oily as rancid oils are purged from the body. People with problem-free skin may have a few days of pimples or even a boil. The body embraces the fast and the digestive system is able to take a much-needed rest, focusing all of its energies on cleansing and healing. White blood cell and immune system activity increases. You may feel pain in your lungs. The cleansing organs and the lungs are in the process of being repaired. The breath is still foul and the tongue coated. Within the intestine, the colon is being repaired and impacted feces on the intestinal wall start to loosen. 

Detoxification Stage 3 (Day 8 to Day 15)

You will experience enhanced energy, clear-mindedness and feel better. On the downside, old injuries may become irritated and painful. This is a result of the body's increased ability to heal during fasting. If you had broken your arm 10 years before, there is scar tissue around the break. At the time of the break, the body's ability to heal was directly related to lifestyle. If you lived on a junk-food diet, the body's natural healing ability was compromised. During fasting, the body's healing process is at optimum efficiency. As the body scours for dead or damaged tissue, the lymphocytes enter the older, damaged tissue secreting substances to dissolve the damaged cells. These substances irritate the nerves in the surrounding region and cause a reoccurrence of aches from previously injured areas that may have disappeared years earlier. The pain is good as the body is completing the healing process. The muscles may become tight and sore due to toxin irritation. The legs can be the worst affected, as toxins accumulate in the legs. Cankers are common in this stage due to the excessive bacteria in the mouth. Daily gargling with salt and water will prevent or heal cankers.

Detoxification Stage 4 (Day 16 to Day 30) 

The body is completely adapted to the fasting process. There is more energy and clarity of mind. Cleansing periods can be short with many days of feeling good in between. There are days when the tongue is pink and the breath is fresh. The healing work of the organs is being completed. After the detoxification mechanisms have removed the causative agent or render it harmless, the body works at maximum capacity in tissue proliferation to replace damaged tissue. After day 20, the mind is affected. Heightened clarity and emotional balance are felt at this time. Memory and concentration improve. 

Subhaan Allah what great health benefits but think of the rewards that will really matter and given by Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala in this life and the hereafter In-Shaa Allah.

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صدقة جارية

MIA

Hey girls... 

Sorry I've been missing for a long while, don't know what came over me. 

Anyway, I just wanted to say, I'm back and what do you girls want to see/read/know??? 

Story from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 10

The pregnancy sickness didn't help especially when cooking, I had a strange craving of wanting to eating Jalapeños. "Here you go madam, more. Jalapeños" laughed hassan ".I'm off to a mates house will be back late" ...I looked at him with my mind speaking to me, what a strange relationship you have Mehreen your married and it's like your single, your husband is hardly home and when he comes home your conversations are about his friends both male and female.

"hello Wakey wakey" he says and leaves laughing. I oddly feel safe when hassan is home, but as soon as he leaves I feel lost and insecure. I stand munching a apple in the kitchen when henna walks in "Is that all you do all day long, just eat and eat" she says "I'm eating for two now remember". I smile nervously "Yeah whatever, just calm down this food cost money, which if you remember doesn't grow on trees, oops I forgot people back home don't really care do they" taunts henna. 

She's done it again, drained my emotions, I walk into the garden with the half eaten apple. I pause and look at the Apple with her words swirling in my mind, I sit on the chair and break down into tears. What am I supposed to do, I have to feed my baby, the apple falls on the floor and is dirty now. I look across pams garden to see if she is there, but no she isn't.

I remember my mama and break down again "Oye are you crying again" I look up its Pam, I stand up immediately like I've seen my mama calling me and walk quickly towards her. She hugs me tight and i feel so much comfort. "Oh Pam I don't know what to do, I should be happy that I'm pregnant but my circumstances are making me sad. ...

 Please call the national domestic violence helpline on 0808200247 for refuge space and advice

Story from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 9

Another day in the house, seems like seconds are hours and days like years. 

I give my father in law some tea and sit with him. "Mehreen beta, I'm so sorry about everything maybe if I hadn't asked for your marriage proposal you wouldn't have been suffering like this" he puts his head down in dismay..."No aba, it's not your fault, you only wanted the best for your son". I look at the clock tick tick tick tick and my heart beats at the same time. I need to make food because everyone will be eating at 12pm. I immediately get into motion like I've been programmed. 

My mother in law and Henna sit down to eat along with Amir and Hassan. I make hot chapatis and keep bringing them to the table.  "Mehreen bring me water please and my medication" says my mother in law. "Mehreen, I've told you i want fresh salad with my food, where is it" asks Henna, "Um its finished, we need to go to the. .."I begin saying "Um um um ha ha ha, what's the matter can't you speak English. Oh I forgot you can't can you" she says.  I stand trembling as she shouts at me "go and get me the coleslaw from the fridge". I go to the fridge and take the coleslaw out, but glass dish drops on the floor accidently, I start shaking and crying silently.  

"Mehreen, what have you broken now " screams my mother in law. "What now mama, can you guys just stop it, I'm fed up of this" says Hassan. He leaves his food and goes out. 

I begin picking the the glass from the floor and slowly turn around Henna is sitting next me. She gently picks up a piece and slaps my hand. I jump quickly and start panicking. "Ha ha ha Don't worry I won't cut your hand with this glass, well.....not today" she leaves I hear my mother and father in law arguing in the background. I stand in the store cupboard and sob till my eyes hurt. Later that day I hang the washing in the garden, I glance over in hope to see Pam I like her she is a nice stranger who always says "hello beautiful" I keep looking over my shoulder and she finally comes out, " hello beautiful how are. ..." Pam pauses looking at my red eyes "They been nasty again to you, listen girl why don't you leave them" she asks "I can't Pam it's not that easy" I say to her She looks at me and breaks one of the roses in her garde"Mehreen, what have you broken now " screams my mother in law "What now mama, can you guys just stop it, I'm fed up of this" says hasssan. He leaves his food and goes out. 

I begin picking the the glass from the floor and slowly turn around henna is sitting next me. She gently picks up a piece and slaps my hand. I jump quickly and start panicking. "Ha ha ha Don't worry I won't cut your hand with this glass, well.....not today" she leaves.  I hear my mother and father in law arguing in the background. I stand in the store cupboard and sob till my eyes hurt. 

Later that day I hang the washing in the garden, I glance over in hope to see Pam I like her, she is a nice stranger who always says "hello beautiful" I keep looking over my shoulder and she finally comes out, "hello beautiful how are. ..." Pam pauses looking at my red eyes "They been nasty again to you, listen girl why don't you leave them",she asks. "I can't Pam it's not that easy" I say to her. She looks at me and breaks one of the roses in her garden "here my darling, take this" she squeezes my hand and says "you want to leave say the word, I'll help you".  "but where will I go I don't know anyone, have no money, I don't know anything and they have my passport". I say to Pam. "You leave it to me I'll find out" says Pam. "and yes these are the new flowers that I'm growing" she says I look around and see my mother in law walking into the garden again and realise why Pam changed the subject.

Story from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 8

One year later. ....... 

"And you say you sustained this injury when taking items out of the kitchen cupboard? " I gaze silently not knowing what to say it's like someone echoing in the background "Mrs.Akhtar, Mehreen? Says the Gp again "Yes, sorry what did you say" I ask "You said that you....." the gp begins to say "Yes doctor she hurt herself when she was taking some jars out of the cupboard" says my sister in law henna. She squeezes my hand under the table The gp looks at me confused waiting for an answer "Yes, she's right that's what happened doctor" I say not looking at her "I'd like to speak to Mehreen on her own please"says the gp "What for" asks henna " its confidential" she replies "Listen doctor we are in a rush and I have to get back to work too" henna grabs my arm and I stand up immediately looking at the doctor, my eyes are screaming PLEASE HELP ME, DO SOMETHING but nothing comes out of my mouth and we leave. 

Three hours EARLIER "Hassan can I use the phone please" I ask my husband "Yes of course, use the one downstairs" he replies I go downstairs with my diary and lift the receiver, "please enter your pin number" says the lady from the calling card company. I ring my parents back home and speak to them "How are you mehreen beta asks aba "I'm fine thank you" I laugh "You don't sound it" says aba "here speak to your mama before she breaks the phone ha ha ha" "Hello mehreen, my sweet beta I miss you " she begins crying I clutch at the phone and hold back my tears "mama, please don't cry I laugh, I'm so happy here" I say scratching my wrist. We speak for some time and I feel better "Ok mama I've got to go now" I say I place the receiver down, whoosh my head goes flying towards the wall near the sofa I'm sitting on. 

"Who said you can use the phonneeeee' henna screams in my ear, pulling my hair I open my eyes but I can't see properly, it's all blurry "I can't seeeeee helpppp" I rub my eyes and henna slaps me on the head from side to side and then pushes me off the sofa "What are you doing" shouts Hassan running to the room "are you crazy,? "She was talking for so long on the phone, and I needed to use it" says henna "And so you do this, are you nuts? " shouts hassan Henna mutters something and walks off. Hassan looks at me and says "don't worry I'll take you to the doctor" and takes me to the front door "Oye henna drive us to the gp that's the least you can do I don't have my car with me" shouts Hassan. 

Henna eventually comes downstairs and we go to the gp, on the way I look out the car window and cry, I can't even see properly I hear hassan shouting at henna of how she should go inside with me to make sure I don't say anything "Well why can't you? she says "I'm not good at this stuff, besides I need to get dropped off on the way" I cry even more when he leaves the car, I'm alone with her and frightened. ......We see the gp.

Story taken from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 7

"Mehreeeeeeeen" screams my cousin Sara with joy when she sees me. I laugh and hug her tightly. "Mubarak on your wedding madam, sorry I couldn't come" she looks down pointing to her stomach. "Really" I squeal" "Yes, you are going to be a khala soon" says Sara. "That's it sit down, let me lay the table" I gleam and sit her down and go to the kitchen.

Hassan is in the the kitchen eating the pakoras we prepared earlier. "What was Sara saying to you Mehreen?" I spin around excitedly and tell him the good news, I'm not sure if I'm excited because Hassan is home or because of the good news. "So what Mehreen, what are you getting happy for, it's not you who is pregnant! " he laughs and walks out. I pause for a second, it feels like time has stood still, did I hear him correctly I think to myself. I take u deep breath before the tear rolls down my face phew I breathe out and immediately smile.  

Everyone enjoys the food, I look at Sara laughing with her husband she seems so happy masha Allah. Hassan finishes his food and stands up. "Hey, where are you going mate, sit down we are still eating and talking" says Sara's husband "I really have to be somewhere". He replies and leaves. I look up and see Sara staring at me, I collect the empty rice tray and excuse everyone, saying I will fetch some more. 

Whilst in the kitchen Sara walks in and asks "Mehreen where has Hassan gone?" "To work" I smile and reply "Oh really since when; he was telling my husband he's still looking for a job". Sara looks at me searching for a answer "Aapi" I remain silent not knowing what to say "Mehreen, what's going on tell me, I'm always here for you, remember that!" She hugs me tightly I feel so comforted in her arms like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I move back and say "Aapi, I'm not...", "Mehreen, what are you doing talking here, we are waiting for the rice" says my mother in law. I move back and say "Ji mama" and take the rice out of the saucepan. My mother in law ushers Sara out of the kitchen. The rest of the evening is spent talking and then Sara leaves. 

When she hugs me she whispers "Mehreen, remember I'm here for you" These words linger in my mind all night until I fall asleep.

Story taken from Muslimah Network on Facebook - part 2

"Eid mubarak" my husband says. "Khair mubarak". I reply with looking down shyly, he holds my hands and asks why I haven't put any henna on. I tell him that I was busy with eid preparations so didn't get time, "never mind, shaam ko laga lena" (never mind apply it in the evening) The men leave for eid prayers. 

I look through my wardrobe for a nice outfit, it's my first eid since leaving my parents home. I pick out a lilac and silver outfit and choose some matching ...bangles, the bedroom door opens and my mother in law asks me to iron her clothes. I greet her with a hug and say eid mubarak Our house is very big, no I mean my house, I smile, whilst ironing mmm yes my this is my house now. I finish ironing my mother in laws outfit and then my sister in law comes in "Bhabi, can you iron this too, I need to do my hair and makeup" "But, hassan is coming home I need to get ready and get the food ready for. ... She looks at me piercing into my eyes and I don't speak any further. 

The men later return and we serve them with food, most of the day is spent with entertaining guests. I feel special when my mother in law introduces me to everyone, but notice that she doesn't let me answer questions that people ask, I'm strangely interrupted.

The day is nearly over, so I ask my mother in law if I can ring my parents to say eid mubarak. " oh yes i forgot, they rang earlier on, but I forgot to tell you. I was busy so were you. Uff I'm so tired, beta make me some tea." I pause and then think, yes she's right we have been busy i'll ring tomorrow. I take the tea to her and she thanks me and says "beta, why didn't you put henna on" I tell her I was busy so couldn't put it on last night and it's late now, .oh well maybe tomorrow. 

I go back into my room, I don't change as hasan will be back soon, I gaze out of the window. 1am, 2am the clock keeps ticking and it's raining, he doesn't return home. I fall asleep on the bed in my eid  clothes......

Story taken from Muslimah Network on facebook. -part 1

Fasten your seat belts we are now landing at Birmingham Airport, I turn and look at the man next to me and ask in my language “what did they say”? he explains that we are arriving at Birmingham Airport. I’m so excited that I’m going to see my husband, and in laws, I waited so long for my visa so I can come here to the UK, I think of my parents and a tear rolls down my cheek, I remember what my father said “beta now you are married, that is your house not mine” I sigh I and wipe the tear, yes he’s right this is my new home. 

I come out the airport there are so many people who have come to receive me but I can’t see Hassan anywhere, I look around and my thoughts are interrupted my mother in law “beta Hassan couldn’t come, he had a urgent meeting” I smile as she hugs me and compliments the henna on my hand. Driving home my heart pounds faster, I can’t wait to see my husband, we pull up in the drive and go in, the house is decorated for me and I smell delicious food, my husband comes later in the evening I see him and get so happy and shy. We speak a little and then he says “go sleep mehreen, you must be tired”. 

Days go by and lots of visitors come to see me, my mother in law asks me to help her in the kitchen, I oblige happily. Months are passing now and I see the atmosphere of the house is not the same, it’s like I have a fixed routine. Wake up clean the whole house, cook the food, iron everyone’s clothes, I don’t get to see Hassan much, but when I do he’s tired and I don’t trouble him much. 

I’m not feeling well today, so I lay in the bed, my mother in law comes and asks why I haven’t made the breakfast, I explain why and ask if my sister in law can help today. She looks at me and is quiet, a few minutes later my bedroom door swings open bang. “Hey what did you say to mum” says my sister in law” I sit up with my aching body and say “Nothing, why?” My sister in law says “You said you’re not going to cook breakfast because you’re not everyone’s slave, who the hell do you think you are, damn Paki, you can’t even read and write English, we did you a favour and got our brother married to you” she slams the door shut and goes……. Boom boom, I feel my heart pounding, I’m shaking and my tears roll down continuously, I’m in complete shock, my mouth opens and I say “Aba, mama kahaa ho? (Mum and dad where are you) It doesn’t get better……

Story taken from Muslimah Network - part 4

"Hellooooooo, helloooo" I hear a voice and turn around and see a lady waving at me from the garden next to us. I put the washing down and wave back un surely ..."I'm Pam, your neighbour, you must the new bride" she takes out her hand to shake with me and I walk over "Hello my name is mehreen im hassans wife" I say shyly "Oh yes I know Hassan veryyyyy well" she looks at me with a pause and is about to say something "Mehreen, what are you doing, haven't you finished putting the washing up?" my mother in law walks over to me "Hello Mrs. Akhtar, how are you?" says Pam "I'm okay thanks" snaps my mother in law and pulls my hand away "Now hurry and finish what you were told to do, we haven't got all day" and she walks off.

My husband walks towards the garden and my mother in law bumps into him, they pause and talk and glance over at me, I put my head down and take some more clothes out of the bucket to hang, and feel a shiver down my spine.

Story taken from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 5

This is such a wonderful atmosphere I think to myself, the wedding cd and photos have arrived, we all huddle around and look at them. "I look so handsome don't I Bhabi"? says my brother in law, he's only aged 17 but so sweet, "yes of course you do" I laugh and reply... "Actually, I look the best" says my sister in law Henna, and pauses when looking at me. I smile faintly and continue to look at the pictures. 

Later that evening my mother in law says we need to go the supermarket to purchase a few items, luckily my husband is home so I ask if he will take us, "no"! he replies. "But we need to get some items" I say "Well why don't you bloody walk, you have legs don't you" he replies "Yes, but mama wishes to come too, I cant make her walk that would be wrong" I smile and look for a positive answer "Acha (ok) quick then as I need to go out with my friends later". 

We go to the supermarket, its so big and takes us some time to walk around, my mother in law purchases a few more items. "I bet you have never seen supermarkets like this in Pakistan, have you Mehreen hmmmmm?" she says picking the bread from the shelf. "Actually, mama we do, there are a lot of shopping centres that have been built". She looks at me suddenly and ushers me on, "Don't answer back".  "No mama please don't think i was answering back, I respect you dearly" I hug her and she moans "hmmm ok". 

After we pay for the items, we take the trolley back to the car, my husband is talking to a female in another car next to his and laughing. She looks at me from the steering wheel and smirks " So you are Mehreen",   "Asalam o alaikum, yes I am" I say nervously, she looks me up and down and then looks at Hassan. "You coming to the party later then?" She asks him My husband looks at me and his mother, "I'll call you later yeah" he says to her and smiles "What you looking at?" he says to me and opens the car boot I turn around and see my mother in law shouting at him and him waving her hands around, all I hear is "Hassan, stop this nonsense or else" and he says "And what mama, what are you going to do, I did what you said" and looks over at me "let me do what i want now too". 

Story from Muslimah Network on facebook - part 11

I was getting bigger and heavier during my pregnancy, but the work didn't decrease neither did the taunts. I would often go into a gaze whilst washing the dishes in the kitchen, just so that I could find my own sanity and happiness for a few moments. I'd imagine how it would be when my baby arrives, would the unpleasant atmosphere change with the presence of a new born and how I'd hold my baby close to me and protect it. ...I sometimes sing songs and read stories to my baby, they say they can hear you and it soothes them, my and baby time I call it. 

 Hassan sometimes laughs at me when I waddle, Hassan....my husband my friend. ...so strange. If only he would stand up for me or take me away, I want my baby to be free from these difficulties i face. But hassan is in a world of his own mentally and physically. "Ok mehreen we are off now" shouts my mother in law from downstairs "don't forget to make the atta (flour)" "Yes mama I will, have a nice time" I call down.

The house is so empty, peaceful and quiet for a change. I go to the kitchen and get some jalapeños and doritos. Munch time for me and baby. Me and baby sit and watch tv which is never a privilege I get often, the programme starts and then later the news.

"In today's news we talk about the new laws on domestic abuse" says the lady on tv They show a interview with a woman whose face is concealed for her identity. I start crying when I hear her story its as if it I am talking, at the end they show a telephone number 08082000247 national domestic violence helpline. 

The front door opens its henna, I panic as she was not due home yet. "What are you doing watching tv" she yells "I was having a rest, I've finished all the cooking and cleaning, just need to make the atta" I say Henna looks slightly intoxicated, something she does quite regularly when her parents are out "Oyeeeeee get up" screams henna She grabs my arm and drags me to the kitchen "where are the keys for the back door?" she shouts.

I point at the draw, she takes them out and opens the back door its pouring down with rain and so cold. "Get out and stay out" she screams shaking my hair "No" I scream struggling but she doesn't listen to my plea I'm outside in the garden screaming in the cold rain "Open the door please henna, please im cold, my baby my babyyyy." 

Please call the national domestic violence helpline on 0808200247 for refuge space and advice

Story taken from Muslimah Network on facebook. - part 6

Its 3am now and I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about the incident in the supermarket car park, I roll over and feel the empty cold pillow next to me, Hassan still hasn't  returned home, he must be having a good time with his friends. I try to brush the negative thought from my mind and wait for the call of adhan, besides today will be wonderful, my cousin Sara will be coming from Bradford. 

I was very close to her when we lived together back home, especially our college days. She was always getting into trouble, but would always stand up for me if I was bullied “Mehreen, let me see to these idiots” she would say. "No, aapi leave them” I would reply and she would hug me saying I was too soft.

My thoughts linger to my mama and aba and I whimper slightly. 

The kitchen smells of wonderful food that we are preparing, I make fresh samosas and mithai, my mother in law likes my cooking and tells her friends about this all the time, I prepare some tea for her and myself and we stand talking about how much rice to cook. Henna my sister in law walks into the kitchen “Mum I’m going out, I should be back later” “But henna, you know we have guest coming later, you are not going” says my mother in law. "Listen mum, Sara is not my cousin, so it’s not important okay” She looks at me with her arms folded, I turn away and open the hot tap to wash the dishes. “Listen henna, that’s enough I said no, or I will tell your aba”. “Aba, huh what’s he going to do? Um not much sitting in that wheelchair” she says “Uff, what am I going to do with you?”

My mother in law walks towards the store to get the rice, the hot water is still running and I forget. “Henna, please stay it would be nice, besides you haven’t met Sara she’s really nice” She grabs my hand and places it under the hot running water, “Listen, don’t tell me what to do, I know you are trying to get all friendly with my mum, but it won’t work with me, Alright!” she shouts close to my ear. My hand is so hot I scream and my younger brother in law walks inside the kitchen and sees what is happening. “Henna, what are you doing you mad cow” says Amir, he looks at me and henna leaves the kitchen. 

My mother in law walks back in the kitchen with the rice in a bowl, “Mehreen, you haven’t washed the dishes yet?” I look at my hand and open the cold tap “Ji mama, I will do that now” I reply.

Domestic Violence Awareness - STOP THE VIOLENCE

Hi All, 

Domestic Violence is an issue that is swept under the carpet; its not something to be talked about.

Yet, one way or another we all seem to experience the affects of it, whether you are the victim, the aggressor, a child grwoing up in the sitaution or simply a friend that witnesses it but is unable to stop it. 

This subject needs to be highlighted, so together we can put a stop to it. Muslimah network on facebook is page doing a great job in highlighting the issue, please follow the page for more information.

I will be posting extracts from her page on my blog, in the hope that it brings awareness to this crime that occurs behind closed doors. 

For more info, please follow Muslimah Network on facebook, alternatively you can find her on Instagram as @DAWAHSISTER.

O and happy new year. :)