Blessings

As I was about to get annoyed by the 40th or so sneeze for the day, I stopped myself. And I thought of the refugees that are out there suffering. And so I said Alhamdullilah again for 42nd time today. And it made me think, It’s so easy to forget the countless blessings we have been given.

While we are here in our comfortable beds, there are millions of people over the world that are hungry, homeless, drug effected, that are in physical and emotional pain that we have been lucky enough not to experience. There are currently people out there that have fled their homes and are on overcrowded boats trying to get to safety. The things we take for granted.

There are people out there that are jobless and would do anything for $5, for clean drinking water, for a good nutritious meal. Yet here we are wasting water, complaining about our jobs and that our food is too cold or doesn’t have enough salt. The list goes on.

Complaining that our phones aren’t working properly or isn’t doing what we thought it would do. Put your first world problems aside once and for all and help out someone in need. When a situation breaks out, you often see Christians standing up for their people, Muslims standing up for their own people, Blacks standing up for themselves, etc. (Not every case obviously) What happened to humanity? We may come from different places, have different beliefs, ideas, feelings. That’s what makes us unique individuals. But we all have the same color blood and heart, shouldn’t that be enough? We are all humans, yet some animals have more compassion than us. Where is the love? ūüé∂

P.s. I’m not actually counting my sneezes..

Refusal of oppression

I must admit, in the first week or so I had doubts as to whether I made the right decision or not. I knew I did deep down, but something was trying to make me to feel otherwise. I thought it would take longer for me to get used to it (even though I wore it when I was younger), but it didn’t. Hamdullah, I never thought I’d find peace in wearing the hijab. People look at you as though you are oppressed. If only they knew opression is falling for the lies and being slaves to society’s standards. Dressing modestly is not opression, dressing half naked is. Not being able to walk out of the house without making sure that you’ll turn enough heads is oppression. Why? Because you have fallen into the traps of the media and the so called role models that don’t have self respect. The ones that have all their blemishes and ‘imperfections’ removed by photoshop by the very people making money off the half naked women. And unfortunately people fall for this and aim to be like that when it’s not even real, it’s make believe (but that’s another story).

So, here’s my message to society. Screw you and your ‘beauty’ standards. With this hijab, I refuse to be judged by my physical appearance. I refuse to share my body with the rest of the world. I refuse to be oppressed. I demand respect. I demand to be spoken to with sincerity. I demand that my level of worth is not based on outter beauty but by intelligence, loyalty, and integrity.

I think I speak of behalf of all sisters when I say that for me, the scarf on my head means that I am out of bounds, meaning that a male should not look at me and think that I can be taken advantage of or that I am ‘up for grabs’. It should match your clothing, making a statement of unavailability to the mans eye and mind.

Sisters, take pride in your hijab. The first way to do that is to make sure your clothes complete/compliment what’s on your head. In shaa Allah, we can dress as modestly as possible. The second thing is to have remembrance of Allah. I say this because if I hadn’t kept on listening to lectures, particularly about hijab then I wouldn’t be in the state of peace that I am right now. I would be very confused as to why I put it on and kept on having doubts, because that is the trick of shaytaan. Just remember that imaan rises and falls, but remembrance is key. Assalamu Alaykum.

Two weeks in..

Yeah I’ve had a few weird looks. People do a double take ‘is that her?’ ‘She covered her head?’ ‘Wow she looks different’ ‘I wonder why, lets not ask and just awkwardly look instead…’ At work, at Uni, wherever it may be. At times I do feel people glancing at me and it gets uncomfortable, but its funny how most of the time I feel more confident. I don’t think I’m better than people or better than the sister that doesn’t cover, cause that was me 15 days ago.  Not cocky, but confident. Confident in the person that I am, confident at the fact that I’m being acknowledged for who I am rather than my ‘beauty’. Yeah people may argue that we aren’t defined by our physical beauty, but unfortunately we are. I hate to admit it, it is sad but it’s reality.

It feels good to be accepted and heard and I don’t need to flaunt my stuff for that. I thought I did, I used to love showing off what I had, but SubhanAllah as you get closer to Allah swt it annoys you that people look at you in that kind of way. Yes, it used to feel flattering that someone was ‘checking you out’ but as your deen strengthened, there was nothing liberating about it at all, in fact it felt quite derogatory.

Alhamdullilah, it’s been 2 weeks and I couldn’t be happier that I didn’t delay this any further.