Mr RedBerries and I are going to get married inshaAllah. We're going to be happy together inshaAllah. Forever inshaAllah.
Some people have stumbled accross this blog. They use it to hurt me.
I love blogging. I love this blog. I can't replace it.
But I love myself more, and I can't set myself up to be hurt anymore.
This is the last post.
There's so many more things I wanted to rant about, and talk about. I was looking forward to just throwing my messy engagement/wedding plans out there and letting you guys watch as I got myself into a pickle. I wanted to use this as a place of positive change. For those sisters (and brothers) who might need a bit of a chuckle and a laugh.
Such a nuisance to have to give this up. It feels like defeat. I'm not going to start a new blog. I don't think I could risk it again if something happened. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
To those girls who know who I am, who disregarded my feelings and my emotions, who considered my right to privacy less important than their right to talk about me - I am closing this blog due to you.
For the girl who liked Mr RedBerries (and started this mess), I found out who you are. I know what you said about me. It hurt. Your anonymity can't protect you from Allah SWT. In this life, I forgive you. Mr RedBerries told me to forgive you. Forgive and forget.
To my readers, I shall miss you. Honestly. I wish it could have ended in a better way. Khair. It is, what it is.
Salaam alaikum
xx
Some people have stumbled accross this blog. They use it to hurt me.
I love blogging. I love this blog. I can't replace it.
But I love myself more, and I can't set myself up to be hurt anymore.
This is the last post.
There's so many more things I wanted to rant about, and talk about. I was looking forward to just throwing my messy engagement/wedding plans out there and letting you guys watch as I got myself into a pickle. I wanted to use this as a place of positive change. For those sisters (and brothers) who might need a bit of a chuckle and a laugh.
Such a nuisance to have to give this up. It feels like defeat. I'm not going to start a new blog. I don't think I could risk it again if something happened. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
To those girls who know who I am, who disregarded my feelings and my emotions, who considered my right to privacy less important than their right to talk about me - I am closing this blog due to you.
For the girl who liked Mr RedBerries (and started this mess), I found out who you are. I know what you said about me. It hurt. Your anonymity can't protect you from Allah SWT. In this life, I forgive you. Mr RedBerries told me to forgive you. Forgive and forget.
To my readers, I shall miss you. Honestly. I wish it could have ended in a better way. Khair. It is, what it is.
Salaam alaikum
xx