Life in Hijab

Ambassadors of Peace

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Ambassadors of Peace

Allah subhanu wa ta’ala has given us, the women, the most beautiful right – our hijab. And when we have pinned our hijab and walk out the frontdoor, we need to remember who we are – all the time.

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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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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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Slice of a Heart

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Slice of a Heart

As I travel down my Ramadan memory lanes, I think of myself before and after the last Ramadan, and I realize something happened to me, something changed. Unfortunately, I can’t say I’ve reflected back on all the Ramadans I’ve lived through with consistency; but now that I am, I feel utterly grateful that Allah has not taken me back to Him yet.

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Your Hand Will Be a Witness

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Your Hand Will Be a Witness

I’ve been wearing the “hijab” for a long time – for nearly seven years. And what I mean by “hijab” is wearing a khimar, a scarf on my head. Throughout elementary school and middle school, I never even thought about wearing full hijab. I always thought that girls who wore full hijab had a superiority complex about themselves… that just because they wore proper hijab, they assumed they were automatically better. Not to mention they judged girls who wore a khimar with skinny jeans, calling it “half-hijab.”

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