Thank you for sharing your story. To be honest, wearing a hijab wasn't my choice either; you could say I was gently pressured. (So yes, I'm not super correct either ) Perhaps I should start with the 2000s, when in the area where I grew up, it wasn't customary to wear a hijab. Older women covered their heads with a scarf, but it wasn't a hijab in the classic sense. And the girls who were the first to cover themselves completely were called extremists. And at that time, my sister, who had recently lost her husband, decided to wear a hijab. (Her husband was killed by the security services on suspicion of having ties to extremists.) I remember how unhappy my mother and brother were and how they scolded her, saying that she was only confirming suspicions. She cried, but was firm in her choice. I didn't understand it then, but now I really admire her. Perhaps that's why I was so upset by the choice of the main heroine, because she reminded me of my sister. I want to note that I very rarely write comments and decide to do this only when some moment evokes strong feelings in me. Therefore, my comment was a little harsh, for which I also apologize to you ❤️ I started writing this to tell my story. Many years after that incident, during Covid, my brother became very ill (he has 98% lung damage) and everyone was sure that he would not survive. And as ironic as it may sound, his dying wish was for me to cover up. I can't say that I was ready, then I was an empty nester at university and, like all girls, wanted to look beautiful, but I did it for him. Sometimes I had thoughts about what I would wear if I were uncovered, what hairstyle I would do... But then I drive away these thoughts, realizing that these are the instigations of Satan. Now I I understand that it is great happiness;)
