She was pretty. She spent half of her life plucking, waxing, moisturizing, dieting, exercising, brushing, applying makeup, tucking this, hiding that, buying this and buying that. Wore clothes that hung gracefully to her shape, accessories to add taste, fake eyelashes here, fake extensions there, piercing this and tattooing that. "It is my body" she argued to those who criticized her. Then came the day she died. She was locked in a box and the key was thrown away. Her coffin left to lay in the dirt, where her body will slowly disintegrate to nothing as the maggots feast on the skin she used to take so much care of. "It's my body" she had argued. It was never hers' but it was given by Allah. For if it was her body surely she'd have never left it behind. "Indeed, we belong to Allah and indeed, to Him will we return" (Surah Baqarah: 156) Oh ya Allah! Forgive all of our sins, major and minor, those that are apparent and those that are hidden. And guide us to the right path. Ameen.