Within every thread of the scarf I don on my head is woven the word ‘freedom’.
Everyday I deviate from societal standards by conforming to those of my Lord –
through this deviation, empowerment has been bestowed upon me – a blessing, minus the sword.

I sat in the room, alone, observing my new dress that I wore, and carefully examining my accessories. I was dressed in the most stylish of clothes with perfect matching accessories, and along with my new haircut, I thought I looked the most beautiful of all.
But would others approve?

Hair needs to be either dead straight or entwined in Goldilocks curls. Anything in between is a no-no. Waves signify complacency and let’s not even get started on the frizz.

The mistakes we make are sometimes the most valuable lessons we learn, as one anonymous sister shares with us. May Allah protect us and enable us to follow His guidance. I always heard growing up that Allah protects the women through the (correct) hijab. Allah keeps the women with honor, integrity, and dignity through the […]

They look at my scarf and try to diagnose me with a cure
but what they don’t realize is that I am beautiful, strong and secure.
But you see my security does not come from mini skirts and see through tops
and high heels that make my hips go tick-tock.