My Hijab. My Choice.

My Hijab. My Choice.

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I am a Muslim. It is a title that is ingrained in my entire existence. But before that I am also a woman and before all else, I am a human. We are humans. We may be Muslim, but we are also mothers, sisters, daughters, lovers, lawyers, doctors, athletes, and everything else. One thing I will make clear: My attire does not restrict me, on the contrary it liberates me, allowing me to freely go where I wish and do what I want. My attire does not impose any threat to you or any obligation over you. My hijab is my choice, not yours, not my fathers, not my husbands. IT. IS. MINE.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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