Posts Tagged ‘high school’

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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Hear Me Out

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Hear Me Out

*First up on stage, the infamous duo: desires of the heart, and whispers of shaytaan.* – You try to lower your gaze and keep your distance, but the chattering starts, “There’s no need to make a big deal of things. So he’s a boy, so what! All the girls here talk to boys. Don’t be so shy. You’re suffering from low self-esteem, and this is a great way to build it. Plus, look at him!” You glance up – just one glance, you tell yourself, it’s ok. “He’s really cute, isn’t he? It won’t hurt if you just smile at him, go on. It’s just a smile now – maybe he’s having a hard day and your smile will make him feel better.” Almost without being aware, you smile.

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On My Way to the Masjid

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On My Way to the Masjid

When I was a child, about 10 or 11 years old, I was so excited about wearing the hijab. I wanted to wear it as soon as possible. It was something you obeyed Allah with, without caring what any other person thought. Unfortunately, I was in a private Christian school where hijab was forbidden! Although the Muslims and Christians in my country live in peace to some level, some said that the school I was in forbade hijab in order to get financial aid from France. Anyway, it was only a matter of time for me.

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Death and a Promise

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Death and a Promise

I started wearing hijab when I was five years old. I would see my mom, my two older sisters, and my aunt wearing it; I thought it would be cool to wear it, too, and I wanted to be like them. I was five, mind you, so I never really understood the meaning behind wearing the hijab. All I knew was that it would cover my hair, and I was a Muslim. As I grew older, I slowly began to understand the meaning behind wearing the hijab and what it was for.

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Out of the Ordinary

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Out of the Ordinary

I grew up in an “ordinary” family. What is “ordinary,” you may ask? “Ordinary” as in, not praying, listening to music, not wearing hijab, and leaving my heart to blacken while distancing myself more and more from Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. Over the past few years, Allah ta’ala has strengthened my eman and that of my family, and may He continue to strengthen it. Ameen.

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