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I, being Muslim, have had a time of it with the Hijab. Born and raised in a Western Society that emphasis weight, appearance and attractiveness, sometimes to the extent of revealing almost the entire female body, certainly brings mixed messages to young girls and young women who are struggling with their desire to be seen as an individual of intelligence, common sense and good character. It is difficult to talk to a man who eyes your hair because of its luxurious shine or their eyes riveted to your bosom or exposed legs, about getting counseling for you 15 year old daughter. Western society teaches males to look at a woman's beauty or lack of clothing for that matter, and teaches the woman that the only way to get ahead in this world is to look good for men and dress provocatively. This is not the message I like to raise my daughters around. I embraced Islam as my religion 4 years ago and struggled with the Hijab for a while. Living in a small town in the midwest where on almost every street corner there is a church or christian community center can be a bit daunting, especially after 9/11 and all of the attention the media put on "Muslims" and the fear factor that has been rampaging our country since President Bush and his administration came into office. What would the neighbors say, how do I go to the store in a hijab, what about the bank when I make a deposit? What troubles am I in store for? I have heard horror stories from Muslim women at the two Masjids I have attended, where they were stalked, terrorized, bullied and berated by others just for wearing their head covering. I have observed that it is not a personal attack, but a reaction to fear, intolerance and misinformation the population in general has in regards to the "Muslim attire" that brings up questions, worries, fears and concerns, hatred, anger and bigotry.
I have been blessed in the community we live in. I have received attention for wearing the Hijab, a simple covering of the hair, neck and head, leaving only the face to look at. I dress conservatively in loose fitting clothing, sometimes wearing a full length Abaya (?spelling) to cover my day clothes underneath. It took me a while to garner the courage to wear the head covering and it was really a very personal issue and a very bad day that prompted me to wear my Hijab, alone in my kitchen, while ranting and feeling sorry for myself (I timed it for 30 minutes so I wouldn't indulge.. hehehehe). And I had a talk with Allah (swt) and threw a tantrum. Yes, it sounds all childish, and I knew it, but I figured, ok, I'm human, I have human feelings, I asked forgiveness afterwards but it felt good to let off steam and cry a little as well. I wore the Hijab whole day at home, and then I had to go to the store, and didn't think twice about it that I was wearing my Hijab. It felt good and close to me, it represented who I was, and what I believed in, and that Allah (swt) prescribes wearing the Hijab in public. That was enough for me, I was at peace with myself. Since that day, I do not step out of my home without my Hijab on. What I found interesting was the reactions of the neighborhood. You see, it was easier for me to wear my Hijab around those who didn't know me, than it was for me to wear it around those who did. I didn't have to live around those who were strangers, but I did have to live with those who were my neighbors, my community. We had lived here only 5 years, would they accept me? Would they tolerate me? How would they react? Well, I received questions, and inquiries, and surprisingly, a bit more respect. The men opened doors for me at the store, were just a little more friendlier. Whether this was genuine or just out of worry, fear or some other reason, I will never know. But I have not had any hardships whatsoever wearing the Hijab here. But I hear these stories from other sisters who I know have been through a lot and who have faced monumental negative reactions from those they were around when they wore their Hijabs. What I find oppressing, degrading and downright intolerable, is the intolerance of just simply accepting someone for who they are, irregardless of their creed, race, sex, religion or political beliefs, something that is stressed in our American Constitution. What has happened to our country where a woman who decides to cover herself and dress modestly, must worry and fear for her own wellbeing? It is this fear and intolerance that keeps misinformation and prejudice going. It is time that the American public realize that we are not sex objects, that we should be accepted on our merits, minds and actions, not our looks, and that we are human beings worth knowing, without having to look at our bodies, how comely or beautiful we are, or how we dress.
Just my personal rant here from personal experience and knowing others at the Masjid.
Peace to everyone here! Salaam alaykum.
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