I remember mom (God bless her soul) at one time took some of her soft flowing
‘Kala’ (scarf) fabrics and tailored her own Abaya; and before long, all those ‘fashion
victims’ around her started emulating.
Mom was a leading light. She used to dare to be different and to not always
doing what everyone’s doing, as if the accomplishment of their life’s purpose is
helpless without doing that thing. She was never scared of doing things derived from her
own choice. She’ll usually give rise to a path that she finds comfortable and will
ultimately leave a trail.
So it stands to reason why I can't stand a people who’re at the mercy of
society’s prejudices, a people who’re vulnerable to faddishness; a people who cannot
have or be pleased about their own loveliness, always waiting to be told what
to do with their lives…If you ask me, the sooner you get rid of your fear of
what folks will think or say, the sooner the withdrawal of that feeling of nervousness
about what you want to do. That’s simple logic.
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