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Beautiful whisper from Musfirah. πŸ’Ÿ

afraid when people watch you? why? cus u think you're not beautiful. that's the reason right? maybe it's not but it is. don't lie yourself. quite right ah-ha? well me too. me too. it felt like people will judge you or sth and say that you're like this, you're like that and the face like this, the nose like that, the hijab wasn't perfect and she walk like a nerd and she like this, she like that and stuff like that .< like these right?

When i was walking to my classroom with Musfirah yesterday and this thing happened. a crowd of human {lol} at our front. and they like watching us and  "chit chat chit chat " to their friends's ears and then watch us again then chit chat and repeat the same thing. we can't possibly run  or walk quickly!! i was too shy like nobody then i looked at Musfirah's face and i told her that im scared. Musfirah looked at me and then she whispered ; " Awak fikir yang awak ni cantik. :) " and i be like... " :O " okey.

and it really worked.

so gais stop being so down to earth when meeting people who so up to the sky. okay? no , no please don't get me wrong. read the text again and again so u'll understand the NICE meaning here.

okey ,assalamualaikum .

many thanks , kisses and hugs to this gal in white tudung hoho


ps: i have to doodle the pic because people nowadays are not people. 😺

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