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It Didn’t Really Matter

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It Didn’t Really Matter

I was born in a community where black jilbab along with face covering was a continued tradition dating back to God knows when. If you walked down the street where I grew up, you were not likely to find any Muslim woman even without the face cover, let alone the abaya. To a person in the West, they might think that the community is extreme. But being a part of the community I hardly thought it is so, because jilbab was a part of the culture and tradition. Every girl would grow up seeing her mother wearing it, and as soon as she reached high school, she took it up willingly. It was the same for me. It’s just like how a person might start wearing a tie when he starts going to working. As normal as that.

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I Smile for My Sister

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I Smile for My Sister

The swirls and patterns of my pale pink prayer mat are blurred through my tired tears. I blink and my clouded eyes water as tears tickle my flushed cheek. I bend down into sujood – I cry my heart out. Alhamdulillah. The wind is howling outside, but I feel the warmth of faith in my heart. I raise my hands for d’ua while I look to the bed on which my elder, nineteen-year-old sister is fast asleep. I look at her and I feel a purge of submission to my Lord. More tears stream out as I pray and plead for her to see the beauty of hijab, and for her to be guided along the right path. My salty tears are damp on my cheeks when I finally fall asleep; my lips moist with dhikr.

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Crushing those Crushes

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Crushing those Crushes

Someone I know had a “major crush” on an Indian movie star. When her friends reminded her he wasn’t even Muslim, that he was an idol worshiper, she was fine with it. “He’ll probably convert to Islam one day,” she would say. This same person used to love a particular boy band. She knew all their songs by heart, and hung their posters on her wall. She saved her pocket money every month to buy their merchandise, and spent so much time reading up on every aspect of their lives she could find. In parts of the word, this would be considered “normal” behavior for young girls.

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Because of… THAT…

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Because of… THAT…

Heading straight for the hoodie, I picked it up looked at the material, and tried to find my size. For some reason, their sizes were a bit strange, but it was okay. I tried on a medium, and it was a nice fit, but a bit tight for wearing outside with hijab. So I asked the clerk who works at the store for a large. He looked me up and down, and having obviously assessed what size I should need, said, “Well maybe it’s because of -” and he threw a disgusted look at my outfit “- that abaya.”

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A Step Closer

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A Step Closer

each act of obedience, a step closer to my goal / paradise eternally, with You, my Lord

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