I’m trying to break with social convention every day.
I mean, I sold all my stuff, left my job and gave up my flat so I could go shovel shit every day in a remote part of Norway for free!
But it’s not enough. I’m not quite there yet. There’s another social convention that I’m dying to break out of. The role of the Muslim woman. Who she is, what she does, how she speaks and how she believes.
We’re more confused than ever before. This despite us having all the knowledge available to us literally at the tip of our fingers.
And our confusion don’t make us stay quiet. It makes us roar loudly. At anyone and anything that could possibly challenge our own ways of living. Like other people living. Living a life we can’t understand or rather, should I say, won’t.
And I want to break with that convention.
I am not a Muslim woman so you can feel better about me.
I do not believe in Allah because I was raised to.
My faith is not the same as yours despite it sharing a name.
It is personal and individual.
And I refuse to follow conventions that dictate how I should speak, act, behave, live, just so I don’t disrupt status quo.
Fuck the status quo.
It never interested me much anyway.
Live in love ❤️