Category Archives: Hijab

Hijabiversary

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SubhanAllah, its been exactly 7 years ago today that i began wearing the hijab.

Alhamdulilah 😀 !!!

I was just thinking back to the first day i wore hijab, i remember my outfit. Pink pants, a white shirt with a big butterfly on it, and a pink and white hijab. (girly, eh?) SubhanAllah, and i remember how i went out that day and it was so hot, and i’m like woah, what did i get myself into.

But man… that was the best day of my life. You know why? Because this hijab.. has since that day been my mark in life. My identity. Me.

Being a hijabi well its not a walk in the park, but rather like a stroll down a beautiful lane, that may have a couple rocks you will stumble upon. When i first started wearing hijab, i kinda thought ‘okay, this is it, i made my parents happy, i’m obeying Allah, being a good muslimah… AND mama is going to buy me so many more new outfits. WOOHOO’

Lol, its nice to wear hijab from a young age, i mean at the right age (I was in grade 7) and you won’t know EXACTLY why you are wearing it, but what makes me smile is as I go on in life, and get into situations, read verses in the quran, listen to lectures, i just hold on to it more tightly, thanking Allah for allowing me to be blessed to be able to take on this beautiful thing and wear it.

Mama always says ‘You are what you wear’. And i once heard a quote saying ‘Style is a way to say who you are without speaking’… and it is so true! It means a whole lot that the way i drape my hijab over my head, gives me a whole identity, and because it is such a great responsibility, to be a carrier of this torch, insha’Allah, i ask Allah to allow me and everyone else to be the best muslimah out there 🙂

I really dislike how all of a sudden a wave of muslim women whom like to label themselves as feminists, have appeared to give their ‘personal’ opinion about why they think hijab isn’t wajib. Lol, its not what you think, it’s what is been written in the quran, for over than 1400 years.

I remember one of my profs telling us about hijab, and he was saying that for all these generations, people have been holding firmly to hijab, when the women at the prophets time heard the verse about covering up, they immediately without a hesitation pulled down their veils and covered their necks, but suddenly an uprise of women have come to for some odd reason, say that its not obligatory and it well holds them back from their freedom.

Yeah. NO.

May Allah guide them, really, i say that from the bottom of my heart, i really hope the women whom like to speak out against hijab, may Allah guide them to see the light the hijab has put in my life. Its been my guide for seven long years, and many more to come, insha’Allah ❤

Its beautiful, and i love it. It really is the most beautiful thing ever.

Hijab… well hijab gave me a push in life. Sometimes i was afraid to do things, but with my hijab, it just gave me a boost in my self esteem. I came to love my hijab more when i moved to the west because, not everyone wears hijab .. go figure :P. It made me shine, it toned down my outer beauty to allow others to appreciate something deeper, something within. To listen to me, to look at me as a human, and not to womanize and see my body as just a figure to pose beside a car.

It gave me the right and freedom that shorts and tanktops sure does not give a women.

It made me so much more beautiful. So much more confident. I became a real muslimah. I walk in the streets, and yes everyone knows i am a muslim. I feel as i wear my hijab as a walking flag of islam. And that is the biggest honor for me, to be representing the most beautiful thing sent to mankind.

Alhamdulilah, alhamdulilah, alhamdulilah. Every time i think about my hijab i want to make sujood alshukr for that Allah jalla wa 3ala has allowed me to be able to wear it, and made me shine in it.

I love it! 😀

My fave pictorials about hijab – igotitcovered.org

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Please share your stories of how you came to wear hijab, or just what you love about it 🙂

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Can I Ask You Something?

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So this is a very overdue post … ie. since May 🙂

Bismilah,

So alhamdulilah, i got a position as a Student Trustee. Basically, you are a student representative on the school board, attend meetings and do all that fun stuff :).

I still have yet to begin this journey, and am very excited alhamdulilah! Beginning off with this job, i was to attend a conference, with around 70 students from around the provience, all in the same position. I met amazing people, who have great goals in life, and have achieved more than i can imagine was possible! Students who got accepted into Harvard, and others who are offered to be a surgeon assistant in South America!

As i walked in the conference room, with my friend, i looked around and saw to be the only hijabi there. I didn’t mind, i saw it coming alhamdulilah. Everyone was really professional. I’m not usually the paranoid type, but alhamdulilah i got no weird stares, only huge smiles.

As the first day came to an end, and lectures were over, we all went out to eat some ice cream and sit down in the hotels garden. I went and put on a casual abaya and a sweat shirt.

So when we finally sat down, and got comfortable, all of a sudden one of the girls turns to me:

“Dania..this may be an uncomfortable question…but do many girls in your area wear the hijab?”

SubhanAllah! I didn’t imagine this topic to come up, i really don’t know why. But there i was, on a rant about hijab, what it is and why i wear it. Slowly, everyone began asking questions, some of them saying they have never seen anyone wear it before, asking me how i put it on, and how much they loved the colors and how i matched. What was interesting, is a lot of the students are from Catholic school boards, so they say they don’t have many muslims in their schools.

“So your not forced right? ‘Cuz people always say muslim women are oppressed!”

Amongst the crowd, there was a muslim girl, whom told us she was muslim, but has decided not to wear the hijab. “Politely”, i felt like she then began rebutting the fact that faith is in the heart, and that because her family doesn’t wear it, and she won’t. I did explain to them that hijab is obligatory in islam, and told them my evidence, and didn’t mean to sound rude in front of the other girl, but i don’t like deceptions.

One of the girls told me, which brought tears to my eyes:

“Honestly, i am so proud of you. You came in, assure of yourself, wearing proper hijab not like other girls!”

It was probably one of the best things i have experienced! After that, i felt how much i was respected, esp by the non-Muslims, and how i really left some mark. Honestly, before hand, i was quite nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. It got kind of tideous at times and hard for me to get the strength to keep denying party offers after conference hours and not shake guys hands etc.  But in the end, i felt utmost repect and i made some really good friends alhamdulilah.

What i learnt from this, was to never be scared to take it to the next level. I was so proud of myself to get the position, because of my hijab i hoped it wouldn’t be a road block. Then the conference, meeting people from all over the province, made me learn more about myself, and my capabilities!

“Allah does not burden a soul beyond what it cannot bear… [2:286]”

Hotel’s Garden

Not Canadian Enough?

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So, my two friends and I went around our neighborhood collecting money for a raising cancer event that is held in our school. First, i thought that my neighborhood would be pretty easy and give me 5 bucks each, little did i know how stingy people could be :(.

Anyways, we approached one house, and i went to ring the bell. An old man opened the door and was like;

“What is this… an arab invasion?!”

Lol, it was amusing, and i laughed it off and told him what i was really here for. He told me his wife had taught at the school we attended for 20 years, so he went to call her. Their house seemed so empty and quite scary. As we stood outside waiting for her to come, we began laughing about how the two friends of mine weren’t even ‘arab’.

When his wife, an old lady came up, she looked quite ‘astonished’ by how we looked. I told her what the event was and if she was interested in donating. She took out $5 and then signed a pledge. She kept looking at us weird, and they asked us where we were born and raised. To limit the talk we just told them we were born and raised in Canada (we honestly were so tired and just wanted to leave). Then the lady looked at me and asked;

“Well… why you still wearing that… why don’t you wear canadian clothes yet?”

Oh my, what was i going to say!

“Well, this is how i define modesty. I love what i wear, its part of my religion, and i am free to choose what i dress in.”

“But… *points at self* this is canadian clothes… not that *points at abaya*.”

“My body is a precious jewl, just like a pearl is covered by its shell, because its so precious, i keep myself covered up.”

It got quite awkward at this point… she gave me the scariest look ever;

“Are you insulting me… am i NOT modest!”

“No, no, no… you are but my religion is different. Didn’t Mary and Mother Taresa dress like this?”

*Silence*

Her husband then intrupted the silence;

“Yes, i am catholic, and nun’s always dressed like this, its how you are supposed to dress.”

It was such a weird conversation. The man was so knowledgable about islam and kept seeking to ask more, while his wife just didn’t like that we weren’t Canadian enough, and since we live in Canada we should dress Canadian… Even though Canada is quite multicultural.

So there is my story about a lady asking me why i haven’t ‘adapted’ to the Canadian atire yet. It was an awesome form of Dawah, may Allah guide them!

And honestly, i have never been asked such a question. No one has asked me about the abaya ever… 🙂

My Beauty

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Beauty is subjective. To me, my hijab is my beauty. It instills the confidence in me that I need to represent my religion. It allows others to recognize me as a respectable woman. It implants humility and modesty in me. It brings contentment to my heart, because I know I am following the command of my Lord. I feel precious, honoured, unique, and BEAUTIFUL in my hijab. How do you feel in yours?

[Source: IGIC]

Mirror Mirror

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I was on my spare, roaming the gloomy hallways of school, then randomly decided to go fix my hijab. It’s a girls thing right? Where we can spend a good 5 mins just staring into the mirror, and have the “mirror mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of all?” 😉 thoughts wander through our head.

I turned to the mirror to fix up my hijab, fluff my abaya making sure nothing was on it, and the usual of washing my face. SubhanAllah, I just had quick flashbacks of how a couple years back, how I would stare into the same mirror, in the same bathroom. But I would look back to someone else- someone who didn’t yet understand the beauty of hijab and modesty.

Alhamdulilah.

As I stood there fixing my pashmina hijab, a girl, a muslim girl, walked in. I didn’t pay much attention to her, until she stood next to me. I turned and smiled at her, and then looked back at the mirror in front of me. I felt something iffy in my heart, and allowed myself not physically but mentally to step back and look at this situation.

I saw this young beautiful girl, decked out with make up, iPod blasting, tights, boots etc. But very beautiful masha’Allah. I then smiled at myself in the mirror, and repeatedly said, alhamdulilah.

“Our Lord! Let not our hearts deviate (from the truth) after You have guided us, and grant us mercy from You. Truly, You are the Bestower.”

[Surat aliImraan:8]

Those beautiful ayahs ringed in my head and I thought of the image of this girl and I standing in the bathroom. Allahu a’alam who she was, and her state, I mean, I am not here to judge her. But for me, this allowed me to really contemplate about the meaning of hidyah (guidance). Once again, this does not have to do with the girl, just my random rants. ☺

“So, as for those who believed in Allâh and held fast to Him, He will admit them to His Mercy and Grace (i.e. Paradise), and guide them to Himself by a Straight Path. ”

[Surat alNissa’: 175]

As I continuously looked back at whom I have now become, I began smiling more and more (I think I scared the other people in the bathroom ;)), but I really began thinking how subhanAllah, the situation this was. Allahu a’alam, but she was looking at her self, making sure the puff of her hair was big enough, her mascara was dark enough. I looked at my paintless face, and properly redrapped my hijab.

I took a last glance, at this beautiful girl I saw staring back at me. That what I was wearing now represents me. That this is me. No need of mascara, eyeliner, tights, straightened hair, and lip gloss. And I am proud of what I have become alhamdulilah.

And that was the story of my trip to the bathroom :).

Reminds me of a pictorial —

IGIC: Show Them

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Do men think they will be left alone to say, “We believe,” and not be tested? [29:2]

Commitments in life cannot be made without a test. Whenever you go out of your way to reach a new stage in life, you are bound to run into difficulties. Sometimes you think that just because you have reached a new stage in your life, you will not be tested or go through any trials. But Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala is only testing you, to allow you to reach higher stages in jannah, insha’Allah. Sometimes you might not see the wisdom behind barriers that pop up in your life; sometimes you just have to accept.

What really happens when you start to wear hijab? What is it about this new step that changes your life? Hijab is not just a piece of fancy cloth wrapped neatly around your hair. Hijab is not the fact that your short-sleeve t-shirts end up in the back of your closet, and the baggy jeans start coming to the front. Hijab is a whole new contract, a new commitment, and like every other commitment in life, you have to take it seriously.

When I began to wear hijab some years ago, I really felt this “being tested” concept come into action. When I began wearing hijab, I remember my best friend telling me now that I wear it, I have to “act it.” I laughed at her when she said that, saying that the way I act is fine, and I need to change nothing except my wardrobe. But I was mistaken. Hijab is not just the act of getting new clothes – it’s a new life style.

To think of it now after four years, wearing hijab was the best thing that ever happened to me. I changed not only to become a person who respects others, but who also respects herself. As I grow older and more attached to Islam, I begin to understand this more and more.

An incident that is unforgettable for me occurred last summer overseas. There was a big dinner one of my relatives was throwing because my aunt and her husband had just come from America. My aunt’s husband has always been a dad-like figure to me. Growing up as their neighbor, I have always been close to him. Now that I had “grown’ up and hadn’t seen him for two years, something changed.

As all my cousins saw him, they raced to hug him, and I was in utter shock. He was a non-muhram, how could they possibly do that? Thoughts began to race in my head, as I did not know what to say. I was confused and bewildered. As my turn came to greet him, his smile widened as he called me by my childhood nickname, and his arms opened as he came to embrace me. At this point, I knew all the seminars I had been attending would not go to waste. I knew Islam had to be implemented, and I was not going to back out. So I nodded politely, and stepped back. I heard the snickering of my cousins and the puzzlement of the rest of my family. I remember at this point, I felt like I was doing something wrong, like I was the odd one out. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. Why was this all going wrong? I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought they would be proud, how come this is their reaction?

Then I snapped out of it, reminding myself that I would not do something to please others, while that action displeases my Lord. My grandfather at this point realized I was in an awkward position so he called me to come sit on his lap.

I knew my relatives all knew the reason I didn’t hug my aunt’s husband, I guess it was just hard for them to actually witness it being implemented. After that, I went off into another room, trying to hide my tears. I was embarrassed, but I did not know why – wasn’t I right?

This experience was not only a humbling for me, but it also allowed my family members to gain an exceptional respect towards me. I came back and sat in the large gathering and began to explain to them that I wear hijab now, and I am not about to displease Allah by violating an aspect of that hijab. At this point, I was a bit annoyed with my cousins, the ones who would not stop laughing at my “religiousness.” To calm my soul, I began to assure myself that my cousins simply did not know. And if they knew, maybe this was a reminder.

I learnt from this situation that hijab was the protection of my dignity. Not only did I learn more about the true “inner me,” but I also learnt how now, as I get older and life gets more serious, I have to find a way to balance out my deen and my relationships with others.

I considered that in this situation, I could have just hugged my aunt’s husband and then forgotten about the whole deal. I could have tried to ignore his presence and pretended I had not heard him call me. But all this could haves just did not seem to be reasonable. If I had done any of those other things, I would never have showed my family that just because its family, it does not mean deen does not have to be implemented. I take my deen seriously, and I wanted to make sure they all knew it, in a polite manner of course.

Strangely enough, this experience brought me closer to my cousins. I realized that they really just didn’t know. So I explained it to them, and saw their noses wrinkle in astonishment. I giggled to myself at their reactions – alhamdulillah, guidance is a blessing from Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala.

The best part is, a couple of days later, my aunt’s husband called me by my childhood nickname, and then paused –

“You don’t mind me calling you that right?” he asked.

I was happy to know that sticking with the truth through this “mini trial” of mine, not only was my aunt’s husband understanding, but he had come to respect and care about my opinion.

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