This is a post written by my wife, about how her life and definition of beauty, words can’t describe how incredibly proud I am of this woman, it’s an honor being by her side, to have her as my wife, the mother of our children, and my best friend.

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When I first realized there was something different about me I was scared. I felt just fine, normal, happy, but when someone looked at me I could tell they were wondering what was wrong with me.

I had vitiligo, a skin condition that causes parts of my skin to lose their pigment and color that affects less than 1% of the world. There is no known cure for this condition however there are many treatment options which may or may not work depending on how your body reacts.

It got to a point where I was afraid to wear slippers that would show the big white marks on my feet, I would wear extra make up on my eyes to cover the one eyelid that was white, I would put on different creams to try and make my hands one color. I was tired physically and emotionally, and I felt alone.

One day my teacher pointed out in front of the class how I looked different, I had never felt so embarrassed, then two things happened. The first was that I cried like I had never cried before, then I made a decision that I was never going to cry like that again because someone made a comment of who I am.

Since then I stopped covering the white parts on my skin, I accepted that it is part of who I am, and I love every part of me regardless of what others may think. I told myself that I was beautiful, I was unique, and this is the way Allah created me.

This is why I am now dedicating myself to raising awareness for Vitiligo in the Arab world, the white pearl with the black strap represents the two colors of my skin. This is the most important piece of jewelry I have made. I hold it close to my heart, and wear it to tell them world that no matter what we look like, no matter what you think, we are unique, we are strong, and we are beautiful.