As we checked into our hotel room, the portrait on the wall grabbed my attention. There was such a phenomenal difference between myself and the girl in the portrait. With my green abaya and khimar I felt like a queen, with no one being able to judge me by my body.
Continue ReadingAll I kept thinking to myself was, I have displeased my Creator, I have wronged myself. And soon enough the tears started rolling down my face. It was actually rare for me to cry like that; my friends use to call me a “cactus†because they never saw me being emotional.
Continue ReadingI’m still a newbie at this; at a stage where the wardrobe malfunctions have been reduced, but not quite at the stage where I’m used to the slight loss of peripheral vision when I drive.
Continue ReadingI never thought I would take the word “unattractive†as a compliment. The concept of hijab has changed the way I view myself and the world around me.
Continue ReadingMy journey to hijab was a roller coaster ride, having a lot of ups and downs. When I was in college, it was “in fashion†or “cool†to wear hijab amongst girls my age. So I too would wrap a piece of cloth on my head without knowing the true purpose of that “piece of cloth.â€
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