It’s the fall which frightens you; shocks you. The THUD as you hit the cold floor. Suddenly it’s very dark. All the shadows of your past and the fear of the unknown future surround you. You sigh. Still in pain from the fall. Failure. You say to yourself, ‘I’ve failed’. You think to yourself, ‘I’ve failed.’

We all want to be remembered. We all want to make an impact on the people around us. It feels nice to get a compliment, and I would be lying if I insisted that I am any different. I enjoy being complimented as much as the next girl. It is only human to crave attention and we are all only human after all. Yet, one thing we should really think about is, ‘how exactly do I want to be remembered?’

I can still recall one sister opening her mouth in awe when she learned the true meaning of hijab and the many ways it could help her.
“You should try it one day,” I ventured, internally hoping that it would boost her confidence and excited at the possibility of her becoming a hijabi.

When I first started covering, I just wanted to do it so badly that I couldn’t hold it off any longer. In fact, I hadn’t planned anything at all.

I click lazily at yet another Ramadan article in my inbox. It would have been a good read – except that I’ve already come across quite a few articles in the same vein. An all-consuming yawn almost knocks the computer backward, and I look wearily at the clock. Sigh. Still some eight hours to go before Maghrib.