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Family Fued

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Family Fued

When I went to Pakistan a couple years ago to visit family, my attire wasn’t exactly a hit. Why wasn’t I taking off my hijab inside the house (when non-Mahrams were present)? Why was I wearing a “gown”? Who did I think I was? If I really wanted to make so-and-so happy, I would take off my hijab and wear this or that. SubhanAllah. I’ve lived in a non-Muslim country my whole life and visiting a Muslim country, I had innocently assumed people would be more practicing and accepting. Sadly, I was wrong.

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The Strength of a Heart

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The Strength of a Heart

Tell me a piece of news or history – a date or a name or an event – and there are no guarantees that I will remember it. But give me a human story, a part of personal history to go with it, and I can hardly forget. So when the media began paying attention to the plight of Burma in recent years, I already knew something about the country.

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Oklahoma Anti-Hijab Bill Dismissed

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Oklahoma Anti-Hijab Bill Dismissed

CAIR: Oklahoma Anti-Hijab Bill Dismissed OKLAHOMA CITY, April 7 /PRNewswire-USNewswire/ — The Oklahoma chapter of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR-OK) today commended state senators for dismissing a controversial bill (HB 1645) that would have prohibited Islamic head scarves, or hijabs, on driver’s licenses photographs and photo IDs. For background, see: Oklahoma Muslims Asked to […]

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Will You Be There For Me?

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Will You Be There For Me?

A few months ago, I was walking with a sister who normally doesn’t wear hijab. We had just prayed Jumu’ah at my public school, and she had decided to keep her scarf on that day. As we walked through school to class, two things happened: people (supposedly her friends) either ignored her completely, or blatantly stared in shock. Oh yes, there were also the few odd bursts of laughter.

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Not Without Her Make-up

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Not Without Her Make-up

I do not clearly remember the first time I was here. My earliest memories of Australia start when I was around six or seven, probably my first trip after I was born in the city of Sydney. My parents were not particularly happy with the idea of me growing up there. So, they took me out to Iran at the first opportunity.

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