Life in Hijab

The Sun Will Draw Close

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The Sun Will Draw Close

I was at an outdoor event a few weeks ago as a volunteer for a non-profit organization. The day was hot and humid, with not a cloud in sight. To top it off, we were located in the middle of a busy intersection in the early afternoon amidst traffic, noise, pedestrians, and did I mention the humidity? A few minutes after I arrived with my friends, we were busy setting up and meeting with the other volunteers when a brother, who was also a volunteer for the organization, gave a one-over at my outfit (hijab and full sleeves) and after chuckling, said, “Don’t you wish you were a guy?”

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A Blessing From Day One

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A Blessing From Day One

As my term as the Student Trustee for our public school board came to an end, I looked back on how exactly I got this position. The announcement was made that anyone interested should go ahead and apply. I don’t know what pushed me to do it, but I decided, why not, I’ll give it a shot insha’Allah. I submitted the application, and a week or so later, we were all called in for interviews. I had just begun wearing abayas full time a few months before. As my interview got closer and closer, I got more and more nervous. The fellow we call Shaytaan had a fun time messing with my mind.

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The Life of A Hijabi

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The Life of A Hijabi

Hijabiology, or the study of life in Hijab, is an intriguing science. It involves humorous encounters and humbling experiences in the life of a Hijabi, and we present you with a few of these stories here.

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She’s My Best Friend

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She’s My Best Friend

I was talking with an old friend the other day, a friend living on the other side of the country who I literally hadn’t spoken to in years. We were catching up over keyboards, filling in the gaps. I started asking about other friends we had both hung out with.

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Choosing a Different Path: Hijab and Self-Esteem

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Choosing a Different Path: Hijab and Self-Esteem

Before I wore hijab, I remember never feeling fully content. My self esteem was like the British weather: subjective to so many external factors, and never consistent. Then there was always that sense of competition with other girls (however unintentional) to stand out and look the best.

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