My Hijab Story-3
Asalaam o Alaykum Wahrahmatullahi Wahbarkatahu
So finally here is my hijab story, actually i am not a person who likes to talk much about my life and don’t even share much about my personal things, very sad i know, but those who are close to me have even experienced that.
Being born in the west and having Asian roots i was being constantly in a struggle with my culture,roots & religion.
Nor did i belong to the Asians, nor did i belong to the westerns so where was my place.
My parents raised me strict but never forced me to wear hijab, i did offer salah and recited Qu’ran, but when i got in my teens i was in a huge battle with my Creator, basically the age of jahaliyat.
I decided to search for myself and travelled from east to west, London to Dubai it was a beautiful experience,
to meet people but i was never feeling happy, in fact the more people i was meeting the more loneliness came in my heart,eventually i started picking up Islam when i was living in London, but still there was something missing.
i moved to Dubai and lived in the hub of Islamic living, yet there was no answers to what i needed.
I remember that i bought a abaya set it had niqab and i kept it in my wardrobe for 3years i was so blind.
I shifted back to Europe, slowly things started making sense and was following islam intensively.
I was prompt with my salah, and was admiring sisters who were wearing hijab and niqab, i was finding them the most beautiful women,but i was scared to wear it myself, all the stories about women being beaten who wear islamic dresses etc, it was spooking trough my head then i made a decision that next ramadan i will start.
But Allah had planned it differently for me, even before ramadan I can still remember the day, it was in may
on a Sunday, i was suppose to meet up with some family, like every other woman i couldn’t decide what to wear.
But it was as if a magnetic field made me drape up a scarf in to a beautiful hijab style.
I felt this urge to go outside like this not feeling scared not feeling suppressed.
In fact i felt strong, i felt honourable, i came to my family and they all looked at me as if i came
from another planet, my brothers complimented me and my sisters were gazing with admiration.
Slowly day by day i started wearing my hijaab, until one day i felt my face, my body this all it is only for one man
my husband ( and i was not even married then) but i felt i need to cover my face too.
I started wearing niqab shortly after this urge and not even few months after my niqab choice, my husband came in my life ,we got married and even if i am in front of his family i wear niqab.
He feels proud, I feel proud, it is an honour for a woman to feel covered and protected because that is what
Allah has commanded.
I know many sisters who are in the west, are scared and think hijaab will make me look ugly, but let me tell you
the freedom i feel when i wear my hijab or niqab, the honour i feel, it is so great, that even when i was wearing
tight jeans and trendy clothes never i felt happy, i used to feel more like a piece of meat of the slave industry called “fashionable life “.
Hijab is complete freedom, it is my choice, my right, my protection.
My advice don’t take hijab as forced obligation, take it as a key to enlighten your life.
May Allah guide us all protect us all and tranquil our life with love, success and honour.
Love you all for the sake of Allah (swt)
Your sister in Islam Pura Vida ( Zaara Khan)
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