“It’s too old-fashioned.â€
“It’s too conservative.â€
“It’s too long, it’ll cover my awesome top.â€
“I like this short hijab style, so what if it doesn’t really cover the bosom? Fashion forward!â€
“If I wear it . . . all I’ll get is stares.â€
All 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 standing inside the train, trying to stay steady as the vehicle swerves swiftly across the tracks. From the periphery, I notice the glances and stares from the mostly Caucasian passengers. No matter how many times I’ve been through this, I guess I’m still not used to it.
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€
Continue ReadingSeveral months back I remember watching a group of niqabis and thinking to myself, masha’Allah how beautiful and graceful they look! I felt such an awe and respect for them. I adored them and aspired to be one of them. But worldly desires held me prisoner for a while.
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