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My parents raised me in such a way that whether or not I'd wear hijāb was never really a question. They eased me into it, so that it felt like a natural step when I reached maturity. They cultivated a love for Islam in me that allowed me to wear hijāb simply because it is the divine command of God.
If I [had] relied on my personal feelings for it to guide me, without a doubt, it would have fluctuated over the years. And I would have found myself donning my scarf sporadically.
It was only as I got older that I could appreciate what hijāb made available to me as a self-expressed Muslim woman.
Though a headscarf is very much a physical thing, the commitment to hijāb is a spiritual one too.
A commitment that is renewed on a daily basis- a *momentary* one in the summer months. To me, hijāb is about detracting from the superficial- making the superficial unimportant.
It is saying: regardless of what I look like- whether or not my hair is frizzy, curly or straight- I deserve to be heard.
I deserve to be respected.
I deserve to take up space.
It is being in absolute control of who gets to see which sides of me.
It is being multi-faceted.
It is stunning a room full of people who believe the myth that a woman in a headscarf is a woman without a voice.
It is having a voice.
And then making the world listen.
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