To the girl who needs to be appreciated more often.

I read that post shaking my head the entire time.

The first time I saw you, it took so much courage just to say hello. You were sitting there with your gorgeous, healthy hair tucked behind an ear, drawing tattoo-parlor-status henna tattoos (FREE-handed) on satisfied customers. I could see intelligence in your eyes and I could hear the happiness in your voice. I could see the jealousy in other people's eyes when they looked at you. You were everything I ever hoped to be, everything my parents desired their daughter to be.

As I got to know you better, see you at the mosque, watch you converse with Maysa and Nida as easily as you could with children or with aunties... I wanted to hate you, but it was impossible. You were as close to perfection as it got. To the adults, you were a respectable, sweet, intelligent, pious and absolutely stunning woman with a bright future. To your peers, you were a badass, witty, confident and mind-blowingly sexy lady with her life set straight.

Ever since then, we've only gotten closer. The thing with me is, I get bored of people quite easily. Girls and guys alike. I run through girl/boy-friends like chocolate. But with you, nothing is ever boring. I would've thought confident girls like you would be bitches, but you know when to be one and when not to be. I would've thought smart girls like you'd only talk about politics and science and blah blah blah but you balance knowledge and partying PERfectly. I would've thought a girl as gorgeous as you would've been a slut, but you've got a boyfriend that you remain faithful to despite your natural looks, despite the miles between you.

I haven't seen you in forever, but you've made an effort (a successful one) to keep in touch, which I GREATly appreciate, because not one single other person has. You're a true friend in all it's meanings. Every time I read your blog, you seem to be getting more and more talented at writing, at putting things into words which no one else possibly could. Every time I go on your Facebook page you seem to get even more beautiful. You seem to get more fans. You seem to get even funnier. I wish, more than anything, that you could somehow see what every other person sees when they see you. Or at least every other person that matters. You KNOW that people who put you down are only jealous. I promise you that. Stay strong like you always have. You've got people that would love you even if your stomach stuck as far out as a pregnant womans does or if your hair was pixie-short or if your tits were an A cup.

You are one in a million. Please remember that darlin <3