People just don’t seem to like me. Maybe I’m not pretty in their opinion, maybe I’m just too socially awkward, or maybe I don’t talk as much as they want me to. I’m learning to get over it, though. Because even if everyone loved me, I would never feel as satisfied as I do when I achieve that one moment of absolute peace in the midst of salaah. I would never trade that moment for the world’s approval, never.