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Harry Potter Hijabis

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Harry Potter Hijabis

I have to confess, I am definitely not as big a Harry Potter fan as many of my diehard friends are. I stopped reading halfway into the second book, and I probably could not tell you the title of the one I actually did read. I have, however, been dedicated enough to watch all seven-ish or eight-ish movies without fail, and I shed a lone tear when Hedwig the puffy owl died in the last film. I guess the only real reason I kept up with the hype was because it reminded me of my childhood, and it was invigorating to witness the transformation of Harry, Ron and Hermione. For many of us – silly as it may seem – Hedwig’s death along with the finale of the Harry Potter series signified the end of our own claims to youth. Who knew that Harry Potty had more depth to it than just a couple of kids with awesome British accents?

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A Rendezvous with Death: Bearing Trials with Patience

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A Rendezvous with Death: Bearing Trials with Patience

I like to reminisce about the days I used to be bald. Not many people have had the experience, or should I say privilege, of knowing what it feels like to run your fingers through absolutely nothing but a palette of warmth resonating from the top of your head, smooth as a
baby’s bottom.

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A Day in the life of a NYer hijabi

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A Day in the life of a NYer hijabi

I casually walk across the Brooklyn Bridge every now and then; I stand side by side my fellow MTA brethren on the long haul home during rush hour as we attempt to tune out subway entertainers who obnoxiously strum the notes of an off-key guitar directly into our ears, and surprise us with an accordion player who tips his hat out expecting to be thanked for those two minutes of pure torture. I have proudly passed in front of the Empire State Building after emerging from the 6 train and gazed upon Lady Liberty during my free ride on the Staten Island Ferry. I’m a NYer enough not to have actually paid to see any of our city’s landmark wonders.

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Cleansing Tears

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Cleansing Tears

It was difficult to distinguish between the tears streaming down my face, and the warm, comforting water flowing out of the showerhead. Quietly sobbing as I bathed had become routine for that week; it was the only outlet in my day where I could mediate the painful battle that ensued between my heart and mind. Just weeks earlier as I poured thoughts into my journal, I convinced myself that I would wear hijaab in two more years when I was done with school. As I flipped through those journal pages, the increments of time I had given myself to wear hijaab kept getting shorter and shorter.

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Behind the Veil: An Interview

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Behind the Veil: An Interview

Imagine stepping outside every day – your body and face in complete concealment from the rest of the world, with only a slit exposing your eyes to see where you are going. A life devoted to the constant worship of God, through extremely modest dressing. This is the life that twenty-six-year-old Noor B. lives every day. This is the life of a niqaabi (nɪˈkɑːbee), a woman who wears the niqaab or Islamic face veil.

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