I am genuinely laughing. Really, I am.
You know when you're at the recieveing end of an insult, but it's actually a compliment? Well, I just got one today.
So apparently, I am too simple.
This is according to the latest rishta match, Bilal.
He thought I was too simple.
As if that's a bad thing. Hmpf.
My friends and I always suspected that we were different from the other girls. There was something that separated us from them. And in long, lazy conversations, we soon discovered that the difference was this: we are simple; they are not.
But I think I always believed that this wasn't something people could actually see.
Like the way you see that someone is wearing black.
Or the way you see that someone has brown eyes and black hair.
My friends, 'tis is.
We have labels affixed to our foreheads, that say, "Simple Girl".
And now I know that people can see it.
But does this bother me?
No, not even in the smallest sense. Because I am happy to be me.
Happy, because to me, Islam is simplicity.
And I don't think I would consider myself to be a proper Muslimah if I didn't have some element of simplicity.
I am a Simple Girl, and I am proud to be one.
On a side note, I think I should add one more thing to my list of desirable qualities in a prospective husband: simplicity.
After all, I don't want to be the one sitting around, waiting for him to get ready. I think I'd much prefer it to be the other way around.