The Hijab

Sallam alaikum/hello everyone

I know when I first became a Muslim, it was hard to start wearing my hijab (scarf) because what would people think, what would they say to my face/behind my back, you know. But what Allah (God) thinks of me is much more important than anyone else, even my parents. It took me a whole year to admit to them that I became a Muslim because I knew they wouldn’t understand of why I did it. To this day when someone asks me of ‘why did you become a Muslim?’, my reply is ’you know when something feels so right in your heart, that you know it’s the right thing to do? That’s how I feel about being a Muslim’. Unfortunately, my parents still have a hard time with me being a Muslim but they love me, because I’m their daughter and alhumdillah, I’m lucky to have that. They could have chucked me by the wayside way too easily. And with wearing a hijab alhumdillah, I proudly state that I’m a Muslimah and that I’m trying my best to follow the ways of Allah.

The following is a poem I found; it explains a bit of why I wear a hijab.

　

The Scarf

They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short, shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know of modesty...

...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up, make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know of freedom...

...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors - chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know of purity...

...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

They stand there, so close, so very close to their "lover", devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures from them all they know of individuality...

...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things that so wrongfully capture from them all they know of God and love...

...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion, my pureness, my beauty, my rememberance of God,

And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it, I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil brought about,

And when I put it on, I am


FREE!!!!