My Hijab, My Story

An I-20 and Hijab

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An I-20 and Hijab

I am 28 years old, but I still feel insecure wearing a hijab. But I do wear it, want to wear it and insha’Allah will continue to wear it. Being born in a family of girls in a country like India, I can’t believe that I managed to come to America for my Master’s Degree. To many people living around us, my father was very secular in thought. How could he send his children, especially since they were girls, to college? Why does a girl have to study so much? She only needs wahi chula handi (kitchen work). But to others, my father was very traditional.

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Before I Croak

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Before I Croak

Here’s my story. I have three top things I want to do before I croak. They are: wear hijab, speak Arabic fluently, and memorize the Qur’an. Last weekend, one of these things got done. My goal was to wear it after college, but when that seemed to far away, the goal was after high school, and then finally, I told myself, on the day of my graduation. Well, then I started to think. Everyone knows I am a Muslim and a proud one, so really, why wasn’t I willing to wear my hijab while I was in high school?

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The Path of Truth is One

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The Path of Truth is One

It’s a beautiful spring evening; the wind is calm, the air is still, the smell of freshness consumes my nostrils. Walking through my neighborhood in Irvington, NJ, I hear the thoughts of my heart crying out for guidance and my mind pondering over my life. What will I do with the rest of my life, what is my purpose? Without any doubt, I know there’s a God and that heaven and hell are real; I don’t know why I know it, but I know it. And when will I know how to get into heaven? Truly, I don’t want to go to hell.

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The Hardest Year

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The Hardest Year

I used to say that the eleventh year of my life was my worst one, but now I know that I needed to go through that year in order to be who I am today. That year was the year my family moved to a new city. It was the year my mom returned to university for the first time since I was five years old, and the year my dad had to constantly travel overseas to visit his sick father. It was the year my grandfather died. But believe it or not, the thing that had the biggest effect on me was that it was the year that I made the change from Islamic to public school.

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Summer of Contemplation

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Summer of Contemplation

It was a summer of contemplation for me. Turning the idea over and over in my mind was like turning over new soil for better cultivation and growth. Not every young woman made such a shift but evidently, it had been written. I thought about Islam every waking moment of every day.

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