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7: For a Bleeding Ummah

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7: For a Bleeding Ummah

There is a girl somewhere, standing at the door of her home, leaning against it, her eyes searching for something far, far away, for someone who is returning. She does this every day. She stands outside her house, searching for her father as far as her eyes can see; maybe this time she’ll catch a glimpse of him and run forward to his arms the way she used to… before all these terrible things started happening. Then, before it all began, she would also wait for her father by the door and run to him as soon as her eyes laid sight on him.

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A Look in the Mirror

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A Look in the Mirror

Sitting in the salon, waiting for my cousin who was getting her hair highlighted, the woman at the counter who used to do my eyebrows asked me why I had stopped getting them done. She was a Catholic, and I didn’t know how to convey my thoughts to her. I didn’t know how to start, and I didn’t know what to say, maybe because I had never before thought about explaining that decision to a non-Muslim. How do I tell her my story? I wondered.

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Confessions of a Niqabi

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Confessions of a Niqabi

I always thought there was something wrong with women who wore the niqab. Why on earth would one go into isolation by covering every part of her body and especially the face? Did the niqabi think that she was a superior Muslim, one who had attained true salvation? That’s what I thought before I interacted with niqabis. I was averse to them, and I always thought that they were the “extremists” everybody talked about.

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Goodbye Facebook

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Goodbye Facebook

I realized that the only way to purify my nafs was to leave things that distracted me. True, Facebook had its advantages, but for me, it was like alcohol; its detriment was greater than its benefit. So I decided to give it up for the sake of Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. For months I struggled with my decision.

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Are You Standing Tall?

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Are You Standing Tall?

I cried to the Rabb when everyone was asleep; in the balcony, staring at the sky, the moon, the stars, assuring myself that my Rabb was there and listening to my call, I asked Him to make me a steadfast Muslimah, one who was a hijabi not just from her appearance but also from her heart, her words and her deeds – a hijabi in her private sphere as well as in the company of people.

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