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Father to Daughter

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Welcome to My Life

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Welcome to My Life

It’s 8am. Snap. I’ve overslept. Again. Not surprising, as I’d switched my laptop off at 3 am. I rush to get ready but sigh as I see my reflection in the mirror. I cake on some makeup and spray on a cloud of perfume. Still dissatisfied with my image, I place a green headband in my long flowing hair and rush out the door, stomach rumbling. As I power-walk to school, I dread what the day may bring…

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Will you choose what is best for you?

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Will you choose what is best for you?

My dear sisters in Islam, we must wake up before it is too late. We must start changing and make Islam our priority in life. We must love Allah more than anything else in this world. We must stay focused from all this deception that’s happening. We must remember the very reason for our existence.

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She Made Me Smile

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She Made Me Smile

When told to picture women (everyday women, mind you, not nuns or priestesses) from other religions, I could find nothing to distinguish one from the other. I could simply imagine a woman clad in a white sun dress, hair flowing open, carelessly wandering the isles of a grocery store shopping for cantaloupes. If I walked past her, would I be able to tell if she was Christian or Jewish or even Buddhist for that matter? No. But if I walked past a Muslimah, I would know that she was one simply by her hijab.

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Unintended Bravery

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Unintended Bravery

I just graduated from grade eight. I guess what you wear to graduation day is very important because that’s all the girls in my class could talk about. I didn’t really find it such a big deal – I guess graduating’s a big thing, but they seemed more excited about the clothes and the hair. I was the only Muslim girl in my class (also the only girl who wore hijab), so lots of girls had no clue what I would wear. And in the frenzy of talking about hair and clothes they would accidentally ask me what I was doing with my hair. I would sort of just say, “Remember… hijab?”

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