My Hijab, My Story

Did You Ever Doubt Me?

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Did You Ever Doubt Me?

I’ve known a certain sister for some time now. We weren’t close in the beginning, but we each knew who the other was. She came to me about four or five years (yes, YEARS) ago, and asked about the ‘awrah (the part of the body we have to cover in front of others). She wanted to know if a woman really had to cover from her navel to knee in front of her family.

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Flying While Muslim

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Flying While Muslim

As I board the plane, I look out the window, getting ready for the ride of a lifetime. I know there is something different about this time. For some reason everyone is looking at me, thinking I am different, thinking that I am “the weird one”. I have a window seat; the seat gives a full view of the wing. The wing is elegantly painted in red, with black letters. Letters that spell out the name, Terry. The name brings back memories, memories that are unique, and make me who I am today. Flying in this airplane today reminds me of when I was flying through high school. Flying, while Muslim.

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May We Never Forget

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May We Never Forget

I was born and raised in Texas. My family lived in a small, but tight-knit, Muslim community. Before I hit my teen years, I had a half dozen Muslim families I called neighbors. Naturally, with such a secure environment, my friends and I had no hesitation in donning the hijaab. It was simply a part of Islam, and therefore a part of us. As a matter of fact, our mothers occasionally told us not to wear it. “You’re only six!” they would cry. “It is not fardh [obligatory] on you yet!” So much was my love for hijaab then.

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Pathway to Liberation

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Pathway to Liberation

When I recall life before the hijab, it’s as if I remember another lifetime. Although it is a time marked as reality, it is also a moment of my life where I was immersed in a false existence. The freedom I claimed, the happiness and liberation I felt from beautifying my appearance, never really penetrated through my entire being. I may have appeared to be free, but my true essence remained imprisoned by the expectations of a society where people’s approval was a shackle preventing me from living true freedom, mind, body and soul.

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Looking Back

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Looking Back

I grew up in a tight-knit little university town where the place to chill, have fun, and learn was the Masjid. Alhamdulillah, there were many teens and twenty-year-olds for little eight-year-olds like me to look up to. I was always inspired by two particular sisters who were involved in the Masjid, in the community and who always had smiles on their faces. Most of all, I was inspired by the fact they both wore Hijab.

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