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Hindu bois struggle a lot in this harsh competitive world of strong Muslim Men, because competitiveness is an inherently masculine quality, and Hindu bois are inherently feminine. Competing for them is unnatural. On the other hand, submitting and obeying comes naturally to them. Hence it is advised to Hindu bois to convert, and become Hijabi Muslimahs, as this way, they will both accept their feminine nature and will be able to submit to Strong Muslim Men.

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A dream for many of us ❤️

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Full body veiling is advancing in many countries.

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Muslimah Etiquettes

I seldom get questions asking me, “how to be a proper Muslimah?” In order to be a proper Muslimah, a women (cis or trans), must become the product and extension of her husband’s and Islam’s discipline. She must understand the art of being demure, silent, subservient, subordinate to the almighty ALLAH SUBHANAHU WA TA’ALA first and second to her Husband. When she carries herself how she would in front of her husband in the world around her, she will exude elegance, femininity and modesty beyond all belief.

Despite being fully veiled, a proper Muslimah will turn eyes of all men and women because of her softness, frailty and divine feminine energy. For this reason, she should take extra precaution to ensure her visage is not up for display for lustful eyes and jealously.

Some tips you can follow in public:

Ditch revealing clothes. Change your wardrobe to flowly shawls and stoles. Cover your face with a face mask if you’re not a niqabi.

Occupy as little space as possible while sitting, standing or walking. Decrease the distance between your strides.

Speak only when spoken to. Don’t speak in front of any man, nod and say as little as possible if you can.

Do not shake hands with men. Greet men by nodding and greet women by hugging them or embracing them shoulder to shoulder. Do not shake hands with anyone.

Keep your gaze lowered, do not hold eye contact with men. If you must look at them, only do so for a quick second and then avert your gaze.

If a man is blocking your path, simply wait for him to move away. Do not invade his space. If a women is blocking your path, it is ok to kindly ask her to move and give her a warm smile and say “thank you.”

Do not attempt to walk faster or in front of men in public. Rather, slow down, take a deep breath and stride behind them. The fundamental rule of Islam is that a man’s eyes should never be on your back in prayer, in sitting or walking.

Avoid walking through groups of men or walking into a room filled exclusively with men. Stay in female only spaces.

Avoid harsh movements with hands or arms. Develop a whimsical, dance like and elegant way of hand movement and body positioning.

If fellow women are in need of assistance with their children, holding something or anything appropriate, offer to help them.

Always walk on the side away from the road by default. If the street is narrow and you must cross path with a man, hug the wall and allow him to pass.

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I love this clip!

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Oooh this is fun!!! Where is it from!!!

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Neena and Myra, had their new uniform on, they had their certificates they were full sissy trainers now. They looked forward to working at the sissy institute, they had both got the post they wanted. Myra reception the thought of those naked white boys all macho and cocky. She could use any disciplinary method to make them submissive sissy muslimahs, she had a sadistic streak and was looking forward to breaking in her first sissy. Neena was going to the dressing department, once subdued, the sissies would be feminized, body hair removed, taught how to put makeup on, how to put women’s underwear on, wear Muslim clothing, hijab, niqab, burqa etc. She felt it would be humiliating and humbling for them she would enjoy that very much. The head of the centre said a new batch arrived this morning so go get started girls 🧕☪️

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As she always did when she dressed backstage, Aiyla went through the same ritual she had many times before. To get herself into the desired mindset for performing, she imagined that the process of putting on her dancing attire was an act of transformation. It was a trick she had learned playing field hockey in school, and it worked perfectly again now that she was a belly dancer, admittedly with some slight alteration.

She found that she danced best when she allowed her everyday self drop away as she shed her normal clothes. Piece by piece, what made up the woman she was outside the club fell away until she stood in front the mirror, looking blankly at an equally blank slate. When all her normal cares, stresses, and thoughts had dropped off, she could create herself from scratch as her ideal Dancer, Aiyla.

As she dressed in her dance outfit, she repeated a mantra with every article of clothing.

When she put on her underwear, she said softly to herself, "A Dancer obeys the dance."

When she put on her belt, she likewise said, "A Dancer obeys the music."

When she put on her bra, she said, "A Dancer yearns to please the audience."

When she put on her bracelets and arm adornments, she said, "A Dancer is nothing but beauty in motion."

When she put on the final piece, her veil, covering her face except for her eyes, "A Dancer is no longer anything else."

Having completed her transformation, Aiyla looked again at herself in the mirror.

Her outfit accentuated her curves, which she knew would grab the attention of the audience. While performing, she would be able to feel their gaze upon her, their desire growing as she danced. By the end of her set, most of the men and many of the women in the club would be imagining her performing other sensual acts. Aiyla thought of this and smiled to herself; the idea made her tingle. A Dancer seeks to please her audience, after all, and sometimes when she danced, she secretly imagined a multitude of ways of doing so.

The veil covering her face except for her eyes betrayed none of this. She was no longer anyone other than a Dancer.

With lovely input from @yasminabellydancer