Showing posts with label hijab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hijab. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Dear Diary- Why do I wear a Hijab, a covering, a Jilbab?


*Picture was taken Eid 2013*

I see a bright view ahead of me, no not literally, but hopefully.

~Reason being... I am an optimistic person with aspiration, dreams, hopes, and goals to be fulfilled.
~So often I come across obstacles, battles, and hardships that seem mighty in dismissing, heavy in passing, and burning in overcoming. The truth is, it just 'Seems' that way, but it isnt literally that way

Recently, I have noticed a heavy challenge facing Muslim girls with Covering-> HIJAB ♥#
Do you know what has come to my attention, and what has pushed me to write this post..the fact that I am NOT the only one struggling with this test, a lot of sisters, just like me find tests upon tests with Hijab, and so I want to share something special with you all my lovely sisters.

When I was 11 my mum asked me why I would wear my hijab one day, and take it off the next, and I didn't know the answer to that myself, because I wanted to look like my friends and have my hair out one day, and the next day I wanted to look like my other friends and have my Hijab on. But majority of the time I never wore a scarf, so my mother became alarmed (as I was reaching secondary school) So she gave me a beautiful talk. An unforgettable talk, in which my eyes lit open and my heart warmed to understand the true value of Hijab, so I promised to my mum, I told her that I will wear the scarf when I reach of age. She laughed at me, and said if your sisters don't wear it and they have way passed that age, what makes me believe you will?
And so I got to thinking, and I came to her and replied, because I understand mum.

~And with that, I was in high school without a scarf and all the other Muslim girls would wonder why I never wore one, and they would all think that I was from another country, maybe they never thought I was Muslim. But you know what, the longer I didn't wear a scarf, the more I longed for it. I couldn't WAIT to wear one. Only because I truly understood the value of a scarf.

~When I was 13 I was going out to the park with my sisters (who didn't wear scarf at the time, and they're older than me)
I came to the living room dressed, and wearing a scarf (Which i clearly remember it was black with shiny silver plaited design)
My mum and aunty dropped their mouths SHOCKED at the sight of me.
"Is that you?" She would ask me, and I just smiled saying "I can't wait mum" and she praised me so much and she was so happy for me, she told me to wait a little while and not to rush into it. I refused and begged her, I pleaded to wear my scarf. She was ecstatic and happy for me. She was so proud. Do you know why? Because all my other sisters were raised wearing a headscarf from a young age except me, I was raised without a scarf and I always wanted to wear it, and so I wore it by choice, I wore it because I understood it.

Now you might be wondering 'What I mean by understanding it' ...
~Well.
What I mean is that there is so much more to the hijab than just covering the head from men. No no my dear sister.
Let me paraphrase.
Here's an explanation why...

If you had a precious thing, a really valuable, an unafforably expensive gift, what would you do to it?
Like a pearl, a pearl is really expensive, do you know where to find a pearl? Deep deep deep in the Ocean hidden away, hidden in a beautiful covering of a shell. And inside this beautifully covering shell is a single beautiful magnificent pearl. That is worth thousands and thousands!!... And what about Gold, one of the world's most luxurious assets, how do I find myself one of those beauties? Well you would have to pass it's hard exterior of protection and covering inside rocks, yes, Even Gold is hidden deep and covered.
Okkay you may be thinking that these things are wayyy too valuable, how about your phone, some people value their phones? You know why, because there are some precious things inside of it, so they would hate to drop their phone on the ground and damage it, expose it to water and ruin it, so they cover it.
Well in the same Manner, A Muslim woman is seen as a precious, valuable, queen, that is unfathomably respected and liberated by being given the worth of protection and venerated highly as she is esteemed and adored and weighed mighty in value. HENCE why we are told wisely with utter intelligence behind the divinity of the Ayah's of the Quran telling us to cover ourselves. Look now at the wonderful HIKMA behind this my wonderful sisters.

Now do you understand the complete serenity of it's elegant beauty?


That is what I saw from my Mother, and that is what I understood from her.

That is why I love it, and why I wear it proudly.

Lots of Love
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Thursday, 28 August 2014

My summer 2014

This summer I was accompanied by the most wonderful, sweetest cousin of mines from Norway. So I spent my time being a tourist and guide!
Believe me it was fun.
But there were ups and downs.
Some hillarious days, and some rainy days (But that didn't stop us)

The ups (+)

-I live very close the heart of London so getting around was fairly easy, and I pretty much knew all the hotspots.
-The weather was lovely most of the time
-We got discounts (students) almost everywhere
-During summer there were so many events and opportunity
-Food just tastes much more savouring during summer holiday
-Being a tourist meant PHOTOGRAPHY! (YAY)

The downs (-)
-Travel costs are ridiculous for tourists (Tfl need to sort something out for them)
-Central London don't have enough Halal restaurants (frustrating because fish gets boring after a while)
-The weather had bipolar
-Not enough mosque's or prayer places in Central!
-It's always fun to be tourists as a group rather than just a few, but nonetheless it was amaze.

Here are some pictures that basically sum it up! xoxo- Comment and tell me about your summer!


Monday, 11 August 2014

Locked in Regents Park

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
My cousin and I just came back from baker street, and that was all I could say *Wow*
We got on the train and I said to my cousin let me know any station that you want to get off at, which ever station sounded interesting would be the station we would get off at. So we were hardly on the train for long and my cousin said she wanted to get off at Baker Street, so we jumped off and scurried through the streets of London, more so exciting because now I get to be a tourist meaning I can snap as much photos as I like.
So we were feeling peckish and headed into Subways to buy a sandwhich, and so the man that was serving me was average looking but he was short. So I obviously didn't look twice at him but he must have been looking at me because eww I could see him staring at me, and so I ordered our meal and out of curiosity I asked him "Is it halal?" and he replied "What? Me or the Meat?" eww.com ! I just frowned feeling yucky.com but my cousin who was sitting down was laughing her head off. We finished our food and headed back out and wondered around for ages taking pictures and pictures and roaming around like headless chickens until Maghrib prayer came on. Luckily Regents Park Mosque was near us so we hurried along to the mosque just in time, and by the door these two pretty sisters approached us and handed us a bag full of Asian sweets (yum) and kindly asked us to place it in the mosque as a form of charity I dont really know (I'm not a regular). So we went inside this wonderfully constructed holy Mosque and prayed the prayer, took some pictures of the beautiful Chandelier=

--- Here's a clear picture from google

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Anyways, After we prayed it got dark very quickly and we didn't want to go home already, so we decided to take a stroll through the Park (Regents Park) it was lovely, the lake is calming, the swans are elegant, and the noise of life just stops when you take a breather by the bench, I tried to take photos but it was too dark, here are some photos I found online=

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So we sat down and started to talk, one conversation led to another, and less people were surrounding us, another conversation to another, now all the people had gone, and after a while of dark park convo we heard some screaming but ignored it because it was far away, and then we chilled for a while and before you knew it the Isha Adhan from the mosque went off and we decided to leave.

Now here is the trouble. We couldn't leave, because they locked us in. The gates were sealed and locked. And that was the shouting we heard earlier. Eeek! We had to jump over the fence?
I wear a jilbab and she was wearing a maxi dress, this was double trouble!

Do you see those gates along the rail, well basically it was dark, and we had to jump over one at a time, and the people were looking at us as if we were bad, haha it was crazyyy! Her dress ripped on both sides and luckily my jilbab was alive and fine!

That sums up our mad night.



-------------------------Ta xo