Advice

Modesty of the Tongue

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Modesty of the Tongue

When non-Muslims swear while I am around, they’ll sometimes notice me and apologize while I smile on and say, “It’s okay.” It touches me when they apologize and adjust their language while conversing with me or around me. It is funny, though. They think that a hijabi will be offended if she hears swear words. If only they knew that I have witnessed people from my own Ummah doing the same, from three-year olds to other hijabi friends.

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I Need Peace in Me

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I Need Peace in Me

Don’t act upon the anger – think. Remember Him. This is a test and nothing is worth disobeying your Lord, nothing at all. So do the right thing however hard it is, however many tears may fall, however many snide comments you may receive. Because you are more important than the anger. You’re truly worth more.

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More than just a Headscarf

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More than just a Headscarf

Hijab – It is an idea I have grown up with. It was not the result of a life-changing event or a sudden religious epiphany. I started covering my hair (on and off at the beginning) when I was about ten years old. Before you jump to any conclusions – let me make it clear that my parents did not force me into it. But it wasn’t until much later that I actually started wearing the ‘Hijab’ – until I learnt that true Hijab was more than a piece of cloth that covered your hair.

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Makeover

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Makeover

But it’s also this narrowing definition of hijab as a piece of cloth that covers our hair. We don’t think of it as a transformation, as a behavior, as a personality. As long as the strands of hair are covered, we’re okay, right?

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The Ex-Hijabi

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The Ex-Hijabi

It’s a sad unfortunate sight. I’ll be going about my usual day when suddenly I see a hint of familiarity. The hesitation comes first, but the second time I look, I’m reassured. My mind isn’t playing tricks on me. I know that girl. I recognize her face. But she looks so different; almost like a stranger without that soft fabric enveloping her head. As our eyes meet, I smile guiltily like I’ve been prying, but we converse as if nothing has changed.

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