The Desperate Woman and how to avoid her :)

http://halloftheblackdragon.com/reel/4073/the-desperate-woman-and-how-to-avoid-her.html

The Fiesty One

The Fiesty One. Fiesty doesn't mean Bitchy though....



You have to exude confidence to demand respect. Thats right. Demand. No one gives you anything till you project the fact that you have a right to it. And thats what this note is all about. Gonna write both gender's takes on it, all the Ladies and Gentlemen tagged in this-shall appreciate !



Right ! Lets start with the Gents ey ;)

Men. Their DNA. Power. Those are 3 words that i have recurringly seen and dealt with in the same sentence. A man who exudes power gets EVERYTHING in this world. THATS RIGHT---EVERYTHING! The wealth, the women, the wine. Everything. Power is an aphrodisiac to women. Every single woman wants a powerful man. Powerful however doesn't mean controlling. I speak for every woman out there when we ALL say we hate controlling men. However a lot of women sadly decide to stay with men who control them. Not because they like it, but because control is a negative side-effect that is linked in with dominating men. Dominant men are a whole different ball game. They are the attractive powerful ones. The worst thing in this world is when a man gives away his power to a woman. All men are born with innate power. The difference is most happily give it away for a slice of a woman's attention and then you come across very rare finds that are kind to a woman but he doesn't let her have HIS power.

Thats the most desirable type of man on the entire planet.



There's a quote i famously use when i meet a guy (who is usually average) who complains about his lack of success with women. "Attractive (because men always aim high!) women see men like cars. Cars are everywhere. But its only once in a while that her head does a double take and flips around and thinks to herself...Hmmm...interesting." Then i question the man in his own terms. Would you look at a Ford Mondeo twice ? He usually (almost always!) says "No". I ask him "Why ?". He replies "Its an average car and every third person drives it out there!". To which i say "Well then, till you transform yourself into a Bugatti or a Maserati, good luck on having any luck with women". Being a Bugatti doesn't mean you have to be wealthy or famous. It just means you are a class apart :)



Now to move onto the Ladies. If a woman ain't fiesty-you're boring. And which man wants a boring woman. Just like at the beginning of the note-Fiesty doesn't mean Bitchy. It means you don't take any sort of shit from him and he knows you as the girl who'd smack him upside the head with a frying pan if you caught him cheating. He isn't scared by that. Rather he knows his limitation and how far he can push you. Always create boundaries. Achieving a man's respect is 100 times harder than his love. Because men are taught to respect things of value not people that feel the need of constant validation. So, being fiesty is an essential asset !



Well it's time for me to stop mieowing. The neighbours might hear me scratch the wallpaper off ;)

The Challenge

Right. Firstly condolences to my original note who passed away during the internet deciding to sell out on me just as i had finished my note and clicked Publish. R.I.P Note :(

This fabulous note is being written by the fabulous little me (modest, much :P !) again. As has been described. All about the Insecure Man's Ego. The Who's, Why's, Where's-Oh hell you get the picture ;)



We ALL have our insecurities. Be it a weakness, a personal internal battle or a thumbscrew-each person has one. None so more than the insecure man who THRIVES on his ego. His ego being his existance and all he knows. Men run on the 3 C's Autopilot. Control,Challenge and Conquer. A man HAS TO BE in control of a challenging situation and conquer it. Now personally, i have never got in the way of a bloke trying to solve a problem. Men are problem solvers by nature. Well how exactly did you think that back in caveman days (not like much has changed except we drive and wear clothes) men brought food home? The empty stomach was the issue and the problem needed to be solved.

Now the Insecure Man is often tested in life. Facades are put up and fortresses of barbed wire run closely around his emotion so much so that often he isn't sure how to compete with others. Problem is, some of us go through life with a yardstick measuring ourselves aganist EVERYTHING we can possibly find. That becomes a major issue in the thing that tests this type of man-the most. A UBER-STUNNING-JAWDROPPINGLY-ATTRACTIVE....WOMAN! This type of man can easily compete with someone who climbs higher, runs faster and drives with more speed. Thats all the things an average man feels he can compete with and make him (and more importantly-his ego) feel inflated.



The deflation (just like our miserable unfortunate economy) comes with the type of woman mentioned. This type of woman is EVERY STRAIGHT MAN'S DREAM! Men LOVE having this type of woman on their arm but 9 times outta 10 have no CLUE what's to be done with her. "Do we make her stand there and we can stare at her?"..."Do we worship her beauty?". Mind you, i don't blame guys. Beauty.Intimidates. And that's because that men deep down secretly beileve that if it aint the most alpha of alpha male rolling out with such a looker on his arm-he doesn't deserve her. I've never seen anyone question Denzel Washington or some 200 pound American Football Linebacker saying "How's a brutha out with such a FINE honey!?" . Because dudes themselves class him as powerful,wealthy and of physical character (tall,strong, handsome etc). The insecurity comes when men find themselves getting edgy because everyones checking out this hottie on his arm. He feels Proud. Vulnerable and Terrified. It isn't easy that it ain't only you whose got your sights set on this FINE woman. Hundreds of other dudes, just like you-have.



The Challenge ain't about being in this type of woman's life. Its about making your mark and staying there.

My Life

I have come to realise how fortunate i am. I may not have the world's riches or material wealth but i have abundance of the soul,mind and heart. I have people who love me and people who care about me. People i am fortunate enough to have bumped into on my own. Sometimes this world is all about loneliness in a mental cage. Its nice to have peace. Nice not to feel pressure or heed to what anyone says. Fabulous to wake up minus relationshit issues and feel like a new woman.

Nice not to pay any attention to society, people with aimless chatter or those with malice in their heart toward you. Murderers, rapists, liars and thieves. People who murder your loved ones, who steal your peace of mind and soul and murder any happiness you may have had or will have. No i am not remotely tipsy as i write this as all you readers may assume of this nonchalant nonsense, its Hallows Eve and i came back early from a party. Just exactly how does a person sleep at night knowing they have killed? Their own...? You sick twisted people...even God has no mercy on you.

Its great to be independent, earn your money, drive your car and live your life. Nothing is beyond me, i once again realise. Its fabulous as i don't need to answer to anyone or anything. I live my life how, where and when i want. If i fancy booking a flight to God knows where, i will. I'll go to the airport in 2 hours and catch my flight and make new friends on the plane. I'll learn a new language, marry a man i fall in love with and have a life. A life, thats right i said, a life.
To often , young women like me are dogged by family, society, rules and stupid other things that ruin a female's happiness.
Not me. I'm not. I never have done and i never will.
Everyone has an opinion about me. I don't expect anyless. Just keep the nonsense you read about me to yourself. After all, that's part of my job and my oh my-don't the press like to gossip... ;)

I am one hell of a fabulous woman and ALL the credit goes to my mother. She is an AMAZING LADY!!!!!

Blessings in Disguise

Blessings in Disguise.



This statement can only and is only used when we figure out that the path we aspired to take, was wrong. Gravely wrong. Something where left would have stayed left and didn't become right would have been a real issue in our life. Sometimes we cry and question why we feel so much anguish and pain at the time but as the infamous saying goes "Everything happens for a reason", is completely true. Because in that, we have been taught a lesson, perhaps one we understand and yet still-if we fail; then we are forced to feel.



Blessings in Disguise(s) aren't something that are revealed overnight. It takes time, effort,dedication to find out why what went wrong, went wrong. Sometimes, if we're patient enough (not really known to be human nature), God opens doors for us Himself. And that day, as in my previous poem "Unanswered Prayers", we surely do learn the Universe most definately knows whats best for us.

I once had a friend whom whilst i was on the train, phoned me crying. She said she hadn't got the job that she had prepared for, for over a month. She cried until her eyes were raw red and nearly lost her voice when i saw her later that night and as i sat there, she snarled. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE A MASSIVE GRIN ON YOUR FACE FOR NADIA...I TRIED SO HARD FOR THIS AND I FAILED...!?"

I simply sat there and smiled at her and said " God has better plans for you. You may not beileve it. He does." And i let her cry. Rejection is a bitch, it stings...We all sadly know.



5 months into this situation and one day i got a call from an ex-colleague who so happened to work for the same company that my friend got rejected from. Later that evening, over dinner she told me that the boss whom my friend was to work for had been arrested and charged with rape and other sexual assault(s). He was known to prey on young attractive interns. My friend fit the description. I sat there and thanked God several times over for saving her. 2 days later i went round to her place and gave her the news. She was stunned, floored and gobsmacked. I asked her " Are you still sad you didn't make the cut?" She shook her head relentlessly and said "I'm so relieved and grateful i was saved...it was torture at the time but we can't see the future babe!". I replied "But God..can."



Another time when someone goes to Prison is a remarkable one. It either changes you, forces you to think of the person you are and the exposed stain that you have chosen to leave your family to bear through society's backchat or simply makes you more violent and ranking with Baphomet. Relationships, also a key factor. When someone chooses to walk out of your life, it usually tears you apart. You search for answers wondering and wishing they were given. 10 times out of 10, that person wasn't right for you. There IS someone out there not perfect albeit but right for you. And thats what counts.

You'd rather find out now and curb the hurt than make a commitment (not only on paper) and chance the gamble at the table. Simply isn't worth it.



So, on a concluding note. Let me say it again. EVERYTHING in this life happens for a reason. Learn to be thankful more for your tears than smiles because that water teaches you more direction than your gleaming sparkly teeth to the world, ever have or will.

The Altar

He stands at the Altar,

Knowing what happens next-will falter,

His teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Inside-his heart puts up an undying fight.



She's stood there, beautiful and pristine,

Cool and fresh as listerine,

She loves this man, She loves him so

Little does she know how low he will go.



His heart crumbling under the pressure,

Waiting, knowing, wanting-all the lesser,

A sugar coated quinine,

Someone should tell her what should be seen.



She beileves he's good and pure,

No one can tell her otherwise, she's sure,

The other side of the coin so dark,

Something that will be left on her soul as a mark.



He loves another lady,

All this marriage a sham and all shady,

He's left with no choice

Is she called Louisa, Liz or Lois ?



She cries tears of joy,

Clueless of him and his dark ploy,

The want, The need and The greed,

This man's demonic nature is like a seed.



A seed it is, a seed it will remain,

Married though he may be,it'll always be a strain,

He does as he pleases,

One,two-he'll have as many main squeezes.



The Altar is a sacred space,

She respected it in all her white lace,

He came there with malice in his heart,

And malice it will be to her-just like an infected dart.

Women like me

I've come to realize,
Women like me,
Don't care about size,
We are who we are and what we're meant to be.

Fabulously educated,
Polished and never fabricated,
Marchin' to the beat of our own drum
All thanx to the mum.

We become the drug,
In the winter-just essential like a shrug,
Men crave,
Lose it when they leave to rave.

Night beckons-the demons come out
The blaze of fury deepens,
Many a drunken lout,
The plot thickens and steepens.

Just remember little girl,
To become a woman,
Isn't about losing the most precious pearl
You gotta tame the villan,
The villan-before he consumes you alive
And all left of your life is strife.

Women like me
You either are or can never be.
Either way-its for all to see

Girls On Girls !

And yes the title is misleading, so get over it ! ;)



The song was playing in my head (then again, Sex on Fire and thankyou Kings of Leon for that one-was too!) and i had no idea what to call my note, so Lo Behold i came out with the very common male fantasy !



Anyways...this note is about Effort !



There's no such thing as *too* busy. Any person who has told you that the reason they haven't contacted you is because they have been "so busy" (read: nice way to say avoiding you) is quite simply lying. As if we don't lie enough already..

If someone wants to make the effort, they will. I have always made the effort for people even though they didn't reciprocate it because its what made me different to the other person ! As i got wiser(getting older isn't the same!), i realised the reason i was left doing more in the partnership was because i simply-did. I used to do my own share, the other person's share and then some more...



There is no need for THAT MUCH effort if the person isn't giving you equal measure in return ! Someone whom when you call, are greeted by voicemail-doesn't even have manners to return it and texts you. Thats just disrespectful. Or those who don't even bother to get back to you. You will meet plenty of twats out there who are so happy to meet someone that showers them with goodwill and generosity-that all they do is bask and never shine rays in return. Kick them to the curb (and make sure you get a dog to piss on them while you're at it).



People like that are called Energy Vampires. To those not familiar to the term, i'll give examples to break it down so that it's clear. I once had a friend who was constantly in negative mode. No amount of pep talk, hugs and tissues (because she'd ALWAYS cry) cleared things up. Even looking things from an objective point of view didn't. Misery loves company-or so the saying goes and by the end of our talk-she'd leave me drained, tired and quite frankly-exhausted. Energy Vamps are exactly that. They aren't sanguine. Sanguine Vamps (ones who drink blood) are better. Atleast you know to protect your flesh so they don't steal your valuable red blood cells !!

These type will drain you of your own hope,ambition and happiness and make sure you are never happy. They feed on the positive person's energy to keep them going.



Effort should be made by both people. If the other person takes you and your stuff for granted, leave. And if its you taking someone and their effort for granted-shame on you. Effort shows independence. Do not put up with anyone who doesn't have the time for coffee yet leisurely can go for a game of pool to the pub and waste their time there because that was the best excuse they could come up with to avoid you. I give as good as i get. Thats not being calculating, simply cautious.



Oh and there are people who will read this note and think "Wait-i've made the effort and yet YOU are the one that doesn't bother". Thats simple. You lost my respect.

I cut slack on a lot of behaviour because i'm not one who gets irritated or angry easily. Occasionally, someone will do something thats just inexcusable. People often try and provoke me to see me lose my cool. And once a person loses my respect, there's no basis for friendship or anything for that matter.



Screw Love. You can love pretty much anyone with time. Give it a few adrenaline rushes, a well timed touch, a bit of PEA from the brain and constant eye contact and hormones are little buggers-they flow themselves. Respect-someone needs to be worthy of that. And once someone loses that- you automatically stop loving them because a lot of love for someone is practicaly based on respect !



Oh and making the effort also means that your grammar is correct. There's no excuse for it. Sloppy grammar takes down your intelligence level a few notches and intelligence commands respect.



And effort is respected

Is he Flashy ?

Flashy Men. Interesting but boring species- really.



Attractive women sadly have to bear the brunt of this, but all women in some form or shape do. The WORST type of flashy men are those who cannot back themselves up when they aspire to flaunt wealth. And then there are those who CAN afford all that and a bag of chips but feel the need to be boastful about it. A decent woman worth her salt will never ever be interested in this type of man. Ever. If you're a man reading this who loves to tell the world about how many Dom Periginon bottles your wallet is capable of affording and what car(s) you drive and you expect to have a woman of soul-forget it mate. No really-please do.



Myself and my girls (yes, we have regular talks!) have regularly got back to each other about some eager guy desperately flashing cash, his car (I'm fed up of hearing what amazing machine he drives!) and his connections. If i wasn't brought up well (thankyou Mummy and Daddy Arain), i'd be crass and say "Look geezer, not interested in what you eat,sleep or shit. Good on you if you've earned it but no need to plaster it in everyones face". I beileve in being modest NOT humble. Being humble is downplaying your own achievements but being modest is about not letting it get to your head. Most men STAY SINGLE because as much as us women LOVE a successful man but not one who is flashy !


I have often seen guys upload pictures of hard cash onto Facebook. Typical of me not to be bothered by whom my notes offend, time and time again- i have emphasised that my notes are wholehearted truth and nothing else. I just want to ask you who really cares how much you have earned and how much your smart arse is stashing away whether illegally or in a bank ?

The girls who go chasing for a rich man versus a wealthy man are saying it all. They are ALLOWING THEMSELVES to be bought by a man. And rightly so-he most definately will ! Because he knows she has made herself cheap in worth. Girls who go after rich men are toooooo lazy to work for themselves. Work meaning ambition.


All fabulous women however want a wealthy man. Wealth isn't just about money. It is about affluence and character. He should have worked hard for himself, built a good life for himself and have richness of the heart and soul.


So if all the man can talk is about himself, his achievements, his car, his house, his money. Everything HIS-then HE is saying something about HIMSELF....Allow the man some time with a mirror-he needs to flash the cash to himself ;)

This world and beyond...

People strive to build empires,
Instead they become liars,
A Rolex watch,
The next one will be bought from Swatch.

Driving a car with massive horsepower,
Tiles pristine in the bathroom shower,
Rich and Famous,
Nevertheless extremely shameless!

The peace got from spirituality,
Shame people have lost that in reality.
All that matters are looks
Not what or whom you are,the inside book.

We'll leave this world soon,
Be very close to the moon,
What we take with us-our accountable deeds,
So do the right thing;be sure to lead.

Its lonely if you lose yourself-at the top
It doesn't matter what you own and how much you shop
So make something of yourself;here on
Its all about This world and beyond...

Most Beautiful Models !!

http://halloftheblackdragon.com/ldcafe/models/model08_narain.php

I'm proud to be a Lady Dragon and officially showcased on Hall of the Black Dragon's Most Beautiful Models ! What an honour ! :)

I emailed Greg Dragon telling him how worthy i think his site is on the net when i stumbled across it. It provides men with information on lifestyle,relationships and general swagger ! What i didn't realise is i'd end up writing for it myself and even being featured on The Most Beautiful Models !! I feel rather stunned yet pleased and flattered !
A gorgeous september day and it couldn't have started on a better note ! Simply amazing !!

Featured Article

I am pleased to be writing for an amazing e-zine called Hall of the Black Dragon (www.halloftheblackdragon.com) and especially on my featured article at the start of this blog that was picked !

If you have missed it, this is the link :

http://halloftheblackdragon.com/reel/2619/modeling-and-islam-by-nadia-arain.html

And i'm pleased to announce that i am next month's (September) favourite model !

I will be Miss September 2010 Lady Dragon ! Something i am very proud of :) !

Parisian Nights

I recently went to Paris for a weekend to get away from it all and it did me great, not even good ! Eating and shopping was galore of the day i must say.

I stayed in a hotel in Daumesnil and took the train there from Charles De Gaulle Airport via Chatelet Les Halles and Gare De Lyon. Not the bestest of stations , CLH definately needs a re-vamp as it looks typical inner city Paris..more like the NY subway , where everything looks derelict and very crime ridden.
The hotel was absolutely amazing (Grand Hotel Dore) and i'd recommend anyone travelling to Paris to go there. The staff is uber friendly, rooms are pristine and homely and if it wasnt considered stealing, i'd happily bring back everything of it on the flight ;)

I went to Galeries Lafayette, it is like the British Harrods and very regal both visually and aurically. It spans over 7-10 floors, with exclusive weekly fashion shows on a friday at the top floor ! All you need to do is make reservations on www.galerieslafayette.com and they will reserve you a place :)

Parisian Pastries and their sweet food is second to none ! I even brought some home with me,they were so delicious. Boy, am i glad i learnt French at school-i never realised how handy it would come ordering food and train tickets in a rush !

I also went to Commerce, it spans so many little boutiques and shops and not to mention the famous Champs Elysees ! Their items may be super expensive but second to none !

Overall..Beauty, Shopping and Food is what makes Paris, Paris :)

My beautiful life

I dont know if i've chosen the right path...i feel coals under my feet, tears in my eyes and vultures congregating with crows waiting to eat my flesh...but i'm going forward full speed,so God if its the right path let me continue and if it isn't make sure You wipe every trace of it and give me the chance to start afresh..

I beileve in Divine Power and belief in it has led me to where i am, today.

I am thankful for the food and drink i get given to consume, the clothes on my back and roof over my head. The education that i've worked so hard for, the empires i'm set to build and conquer. But most of all i am thankful to my parents for encouraging me to set foot one step further that i would have originally done. I thank them for keeping me in line and challenging me to become the best woman i possibly could become.

Anger is a scarce thing in my world. However if i end up hating you-your dead body is quite a sight to me. Im heartless and remorseless to those who have torn pieces of my heart out. On other days, i roam around with angels and their light and play cards with the demons when we fight who looks best in red lipstick.

My life is beautiful and beautiful is my life-because i choose to make it.
You can either choose to walk beside me or not walk with me at all. The choice is ultimately yours- i have never forced anyone.

Blessings

A man

He wakes up in a haze
Looks around and scratches himself
Everything in a daze
All contents of the room for thyself

He goes to work
Sees her,
On his mind, she'll lurk,
Walkin past at closing time in her fur.

She's a charm
A stunner some might add
Her wicked smile brings harm
He thinks to himself-"She's got to be had"

A woman knows her power,
The one she wields,
A smart one-its herself-she shields,
A man of the hour-Just a man.

Myself

The gleam of my teeth,
The swing of my hips,
The legs that walk to the beat,
The pouting of my lips.

Bright eyed and bushy tailed,
Dresser awash with beauty samples,
Dress sense i have nailed,
In the fashion world, i dabble.

My jeans dark blue,
My top bright pink,
Aligned with gold-pair of beautiful shoe,
I'm bought a drink.

My intelligence vivid
The mind ethereal
Anger anything but livid
I am nothing but myself

Feminine Swagger

This is a term that i have coined after a recent situation.

Feminine Swagger. The ability to retain grace and dignity in a situation that requires courage to stand up for yourself.

Many a time i have seen even the most beautiful and hot of woman look like a Class A idiot because when push comes to shove, she shouts and swears in the general public that reduces lady rating into the ground. An arguement or fight breaks out and she looks like a drunken man. Once people and most especially men see this image of a female, they automatically flip the "turn off" switch.

Feminine Swagger is essential when a woman is single, in a relationship and married. Single-she'll have plenty of men hit on her and she needs a rebuff to keep them at bay. In a relationship-she has to be polite however at the same time let the men know shes with someone AND gain respect the man shes with at the time and when she's married- always hold her own down in the marriage.

Acting like a tomboy or a shemale will not get a woman anywhere. Have quick comebacks with a razor sharp tounge but always deliver with dignity. Do not call people names and be nasty to them.

There are ways of dealing with even the most brash of society. Its called Walking Away. It doesn't make you less of a person just more of a human who will take their respect, albeit intact-away with them.

Only Cool Women Possess Feminine Swagger. The Rest Need To Watch,Learn and Implement!

The Icecream Van

When i was a little girl, I used to love eating 99p Flake. ( I still do but the price is a bit deviant now!)

I remember once when i was 5, my Father took me to the icecream van to buy me one. He picked me up and in a tiny voice i said "Flake icecream with 2 flake and red sauce!" and giggled.
I assume now as an adult, it meant raspberry sauce!

The man quickly whipped up a cone and handed it to me. I was rather happy and beaming with pride as i started to eat it, not sure which side to begin with! My dad wasn't impressed. With one eyebrow raised, he questioned me.

"What do you say to the man, Nadia?!"

I blushed and said thankyou with a smile. He was pleased and flashed a grin.

As an adult,each time someone does something good for me, i thank the person. And silently when i am saying thankyou, i thank my Father for teaching me how to respect other people.

And as he once said to me "Manners will cost you nothing and serve to gain you the world."

After all these years as a young woman, i now understand why. People respect me because i respect, them.

The holy grail of pictures !!

As a model, you tend to build up a stunning set of pictures from tearsheets( sheets literally torn out of a magazine that you have appeared in) and general shots that are taken. However to me, i don't think that i have photographed better for any other shoot, than i did for Fanfair Magazine!

I write this post in hindsight more than a year on, when my pictures have been published, printed, downloaded and circulated all over the fashion world. I remember fighting long and hard for those pictures that i wanted so very badly because i knew how fabulous they would have turned out like, once they were passed onto me.

The interesting thing is they are the only set of pictures that haven't been airbrushed. Most of my other pictures, i am required to have airbrushed to be viewed in a professional light. Sad but true. When i opened the folder that the company sent me via dropbox, i had to download Photoshop itself to open them. What i saw next blew my mind...quite literally...

I saw two outfits that i had modelled for. One a brown dress and another a blue skirt suit. The brown dress was tight, itchy and confusing to wear. Made of polyester and to be worn with tights in 30 degree heat was not my idea of fun, at all. The other skirt suit, beautiful ravishing colour, so tight that i couldn't wear a bra and could hardly breathe-let alone sit or stand in it with again nylon tights-was sheer torture.

Sitting still and having your makeup done for 2 hours when you haven't eaten is so frustrating. They have to perfect your eye makeup, get the highlighter perfect, the lipstick perfect. Even counting sheep is more interesting at that time. I finally shot for both the outfits and left the gallery to face the outside world in 32 degree heat where my makeup was melting, i had to tie my hair up and drink 3 bottles of water to take the tube home.

What happened that night will never escape me. I came home and wasn't feeling great. Slowly i crawled into bed and started to shake. I felt like i had malaria-i was shaking uncontrollably. I was struck by some sort of strange virus that made me within 3 days-physically incapable of moving. I stopped eating and drinking until a full week in which i missed two fashion shows and a shoot.

However when i look back at those pictures. I don't regret the illness, the heat and the frustration. Those pictures have booked me numerous jobs and got me millions of compliments!

Modelling and Islam

Lots of people have often asked me why i model when i am a muslim. Most are confused about my religion and often are surprised to know that i promote my face for money. I have had numerous vicious threats made to me, insulting remarks and comments that have all led to my success today.

Islam encourages women to fend for themselves, be educated and create inspiring knowledge to spread to others. It is one of the fairest religions in the world, tarnished by a few who shouldn't even belong to this validity. It is a shame that many see modelling as a disrespectful job and i have "lost" many people i once knew because they assume i sell my body for money. No. That is PROSITITUION. I do NOT sell my body to men in exchange of gifts or cold cash.

I model. And modelling is wearing a garment or donning accessories, that are then photographed either for magazines or campaigns. I have my full respect whilst doing my job and i am very proud of what i have achieved through my own hardwork and numerous people's support-I am truly thankful. I am more spiritual than religious and my motto is Live and Let Live. Due to the fact that it is ONLY GOD that is able and willing to judge in a correct manner.

Islam has given and shaped a way of life and righteousness for me through which i am able to spread love, respect and inspiring talent to other women who feel bound perhaps through culture or religion itself.

In itself- I am proud to be both. A Muslim and a Model.