My Hijab, My Story

If Tomorrow Never Comes

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If Tomorrow Never Comes

The hijab is not just a covering to me. It is a reminder to me that I belong to Allah and to Him I will return. That He is my Creator and I have to respect that which he has entrusted me to care for – myself. It is such a simple concept and yet as a twenty year old, it was not a concept that I was keen to think about. At twenty, life was so full of excitement and new experiences and adventure. There was just too much to do – college assignments and research, my social life and family commitments. Islam was part of my life too but it was just the basics that I did to fulfill my belief. I only thought that I was alive and I was living it. But really I was still asleep.

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Like a Shattered Snow Globe

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Like a Shattered Snow Globe

While growing up, my brother and I were taught salah, Arabic, and recitation of the Qur’an. Each Ramadan, my parents would observe adamantly and devoutly the fasts and taraweeh prayers. Eid was always a delightful experience, observing prayers at the mosque or local community center or school. My religion was a part of my daily routine. Each prayer was observed obligatorily, without question or much understanding. My parents never forced or thrust any requirements to wear hijab or our traditional dress. Yet in me, there was a missing piece – as if my heart and soul knew that there was something a bit more to my faith than routine observation.

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I Was Waiting to Die

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I Was Waiting to Die

You can ask me what I had for dinner yesterday, and I will stop and think. But ask me at any time, on any day, when I reverted to Islam… and the answer comes quickly to the surface of my mind. Before I tell you “when,” I will answer the question of “why?” I was waiting to die.

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Words in My Heart

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Words in My Heart

I am an Indonesian woman. I am now thirty-eight years old, married and have three kids. My story began in November 2007, while my family and I were living in Courbevoie, France. My husband had received an international assignment from the company he worked for in Indonesia, so we moved to France in August of 2004. When we did, all my day-to-day activities changed. I took care of my family without any help, unlike in Indonesia, where I had a helper. My youngest was only four months old at the time. Alhumdulillah, it was a valuable experience for me.

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Death and a Promise

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Death and a Promise

I started wearing hijab when I was five years old. I would see my mom, my two older sisters, and my aunt wearing it; I thought it would be cool to wear it, too, and I wanted to be like them. I was five, mind you, so I never really understood the meaning behind wearing the hijab. All I knew was that it would cover my hair, and I was a Muslim. As I grew older, I slowly began to understand the meaning behind wearing the hijab and what it was for.

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