May all of us muslimahs attain that state of being a true diamond in Allaah’s eyes.

Ameen

May all of us muslimahs attain that state of being a true diamond in Allaah’s eyes.

Ameen

The analogy is a common one though (usually women in hijab are compared to pearls in shells), and many shuyookh and others bring it up. See the title of this piece as an example (the post itself doesn’t make reference to the analogy, just the title).

So you should be able to make a similar analogy without crediting anyone or falling into plagiarism?

The analogy is a common one though (usually women in hijab are compared to pearls in shells), and many shuyookh and others bring it up. See the title of this piece as an example (the post itself doesn’t make reference to the analogy, just the title).

So you should be able to make a similar analogy without crediting anyone or falling into plagiarism?

One of the things I appreciate most about this little vignette from the sister’s life is the mother-daughter relationship, and the method her mother used to teach.

For one, it shows a curiosity on the daughter’s part, an acknowledgment that “we” (it seems she was including herself even as a little girl?) cover. It seems hijab was prominent, in some way or another, in her life. She wanted to know why. And she went to her mother, before anyone else, to ask about it.

Her mother didn’t push her aside, say “I’m too busy,” trivialize the question, or assume she was too young to understand. She didn’t even just tell her why. She took the time out – she drove her to the mall, took her into two different stores – to actually show her why. What an amazing way to invest in someone!

It’s a precious lesson, not only for the daughter in the story, but for us. Diamond analogy aside, it’s a lesson on how to give lessons. The lesson obviously stuck with the daughter – and I know it stuck with me, too.