Moving halfway across the world, tore me open. Faith still intact, but I was starving to feel alive. One night after Isha, something snapped. I slipped out of my abaya and ran naked in the dark. My heart hammering. As I approached a man under the dim lights, his eyes traced my curves. A heavy exhale hit his lips as I jogged past, my bare hip brushing his heat. “Damn…look at you baby,” he rasped. I couldn’t stop. I ran faster, flying through the dark, screaming with pure joy ❤️
Confession by Naima
