[quote="WestLdnShawty"]i know its hard to believe but its true
Ooh my days, this bloke has me going crazy, when im not talking about him, im thinking about him, and when im not thinking about him, im dreaming about him, and when im not dreaming about him, im singing about him and when im not singing about him im writing about him, f*cking somalinet damn it, im inlove and this one is different, unlike them other wastemans he completes me. This sheikh has some crazy powers over me, bet you noticed he even cured my uncurable addiction/obsession the 'EYE ROLLING', he probably read Quran on my seksey eyes.
Let me start from the start, it was a few months ago just before the summer holidays started when my dopey cousin came to visit from the other side of the pond.
This girl is a practicing muslimah which i respect, mashallah to that, anyways she heard about this islamic talk so i had to take her, to be honest i didn't even want to go but i had to. To get back at her i wore what i always wear, my jeans, a top and my hair all out, i decided to go like that because im not fake and im not going to coverup for people just because im going to some islamic talk, why should i dress all islamic infront of a bunch of human beings, inshallah i'll dress islamic for myself and for Allah in due time.
Anyways i went into my car like that and my cousin was like 'subxanallah don't tell me your going like that', i told her straight to 'shut the f*ck up you taliban and get in the car', so she did. When we got to the talk my cousin openned up her handbag and handed me over a headscraf and begged me to wear it out of respect, which i did, because i didn't want to draw to much attention to myself.
As we entered the building my eyes got drawn to this one bloke, somalinet damn it he was mighty fine, had a beard to impress, somalinet damn it, he was over blessed, this seskey stylish sheikh took my breath away, from there on i knew he was the one, he was the action hero in all my dreams.
Anyways he went into the men's section and I tried following him in but this man got in my way and pointed out the women's section. A few hours passed and I wasn't interested in the talk at all, because I haven't got the sliest idea what the whole talk was about it, i kept going to the toilet to pour water on my face because i seriously thought I was dreaming, that's how fine he was. At the end of the talk i run out of the building, my cousin took her time as usual. I stood outside my car waiting for him to come out, but my cousin came out before him, and she made me drive home
sorry that was a one off
The whole summertime i was very busy and no i wasn't stalking the seskey sheikh he just happened to be at the same place as me at the right time.
When ever i saw him i felt different, I felt blessed, but when I found out a few little things about him from a very reliable source, then i knew it was time for me to act up before it was too late.
i know he lives in south east london, his looks are out of this world, and mashallah at his seksey beard even that got me sprung. Its love I tell you, so i should be careful with this one and not mess up my chances.
i know a few things about this guy, who im i kidding i know every little detail about him i could even tell you the total number of hair on his seksey beard.
Anyways i knew i had to attract him so i gave myself a whole new look, something like a islamic makeover, i knew my amy winehouse hairstyle had to go and my 30 skinny jeans also had to go, i donated my firetrap killer heels to some girl and i got myself tons and tons of headscrafs and cabaayads, obviously i made them all match duuh.
i knew i had to think of a plan which would make me and seksey sheikh close, so i decided to roleplay, my drama lessons came into play.
I have to admit the word 'seksey sheikh' and remembering him made me feel blessed, religious, empowered, so i decided to gain some good deeds by setting up my very own little girls islamic club in his area ofcourse.
His little sister started attending my islamic club, i knew she was his sister the first time i saw him, mashallah she looked like him. I treated her better then the other girls, and to be honest every girl who attended my club knew more about the Quran and Islam then me, but i always out smarted them with my long words and quotes.
Finally the day i've been dreaming about came. The little girl invited me to her house, because her mother wanted to meet me, because the old lady heard alot of good things about me. I got my best fitted D&G cabaayad out and i seriously rocked it, 'Lean with it, rock with it', damn i was on fire, i could envy myself.
Anyways his mother was sooooooo sweet, she kept offering me food and more food, i got the feeling she wanted to fatten me up
Anyways she was so impressed with me she even..
I'VE GOT A JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW, THEREFORE I HAVE TO GO, BUT THIS STORY WILL BE CONTINUED.[/quote]
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