My Hijab, My Story

When I Asked Allah to Help Me

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When I Asked Allah to Help Me

Some 25 years ago, I was growing up as a teenager in Midwest America like most teenagers were. Although I was more conservative than other girls my age, I was accustomed to wearing jeans and T-shirts and occasionally a nice dress. I lived in a small community, and although we were quite secluded from other cultures, we did follow movies with great interest. During high school, the need to be “cool” was very important to me and my friends, and we had to wear the right clothes to fit the part.

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Smile, Allah is With You

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Smile, Allah is With You

I’m a British-Pakistani teenage Muslimah Hijabi – living in England. Naturally, there are many obstacles that I face every single day. I’m going to narrate some of them which have made me stronger, and which I hope you may be able to relate to. When I started… My ‘start hijab’ story is rather odd.

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The Last Straw

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The Last Straw

My hijab story began 5 years ago when I became tired of having lewd looks thrown at me by men. The last straw came when an old man stared at me and I could see in his eyes he was undressing me, and I thought “How dare that lowlife look at me as if he had a right to?” I wore hijab, complete with jilbab, the very next day.Thus, wearing the hijab became protection for me and for my dignity against any lewd thoughts and actions, such as flirting from men.

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Overcoming Fear to Finally Wearing Hijab

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Overcoming Fear to Finally Wearing Hijab

If hijab seems hard my dear sister, remember, all blessings come from Allah. If you put on the hijab to obey His commandment, do you think Allah would abandon you? I reverted to Islam in May 2008 at the age of 24. I was a single mother of two. Fresh out of college, living in a tiny town with almost no diversity. I knew from the beginning that I wanted to wear hijab. Hijab is a commandment from Allah, and could I disobey?

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Mommy’s a Woman Now

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Mommy’s a Woman Now

Dread filled me as we approached the boarding school that was to be my new abode. As my father drove us through the entrance, I held on to my hijab with trepidation, mulling over how I would survive wearing it every day for the next five years in secondary school. At thirteen, I knew nothing about how to wear a hijab, and for the first month, I walked around school clad in a clumsily worn hijab, like most of the other first formers around me.

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