It has taken me a long time to write this. It is very personal, difficult, sensitive, and extremely controversial.
Sitting here, typing this, I am still not sure whether I can, in fact, put it all into words that in some little way express how I feel and why.
But enough with the preamble – let’s just get into the heart of the matter:
I am a muslim and i want to take off my hijab. there. I’ve said it.
I remember the day I wore it. i was thirteen. my bestfreind and ive been talking about wearing hijab for a while. because everyones been doing it. duh. it was the coolest new thing. we decided we would soon.It was in Ramadan, after iftar i went to her place so we can go to our aunts wedding. she dressed up. put on a hijab. i decided to do it then and there. i borrowed a hijab from her mom and we both wore it and went to the wedding hand in hand. extremely proud of our self’s.
I had been already considering the thought for a few days and so I felt excited about wearing it being not fully aware of the consequences. And since two of my close friends wear the scarf, I felt very encouraged to take that step.
I came back home that day and announced my decision to wear the scarf. my dad sat there looking unhappy about it. He believed that I was still young to wear it, and that I wasn’t ready yet. My sister warned me against it. My mom told me to wait until i finish high school. My neighbour told me I was out of my mind. but I had done it . I just had to. Everyone is doing it. I was thirtreen, I didint want to be the outcast. so I cried. I sulked. and eventually I always get what I want because I am the youngest.
But hijab back then seemed so easy, it was concerned with wearing fashionable clothes and matching them with a pretty headscarf. People used to call me stylish and pretty. I saw it as a major way of getting compliments.
Did I do it because it is mandatory in Islam? No.
I did it because I was a thirteen year old girl who wanted to do something different with her life, who had just watched her best freind get celebrated for putting on a piece of cloth on her hair and wanted to get some of that attention. I wanted the gifts, and the congratulations, and the celebrations and the love and compliments and flattery from people – and boy, did I get plenty! I received so much encouragement and positive feedback, I felt for sure, I had done the right thing.
I lived my life like any normal teenager would. I had my highs and lows, my ups and downs. I cannot say that the hijab was ever a hindrance to my life, but then again, looking back, I’m not sure that was necessarily a good thing.
This something that I have been thinking about for years.
My hijab helped me during middleschool and highschool. It was like a shield, an invisible suit that I always had on when I went out, the suit that kept away the evil eye. It enabled me to keep that all-important low profile.
And after 2 years of satisfaction, the “taking-off my hijab” syndrome started. Now it has been four years. Did I mention low self esteem
I no longer felt like myself, my personality vanishes when I put it on. I feel gray and unattractive. boring.
I felt like I was loosing my sense of individuality. I had no identity.
iIcould no longer be my self, don’t feel like being the quirky funny happy person that I am when I’m home.there was nothing which could set me apart from the next girl. I was no longer unique. no longer me.
I call my self an artist for fucks sake! so you see why this could be an issue.
I sat at home feeling ugly, and suddenly I noticed my foggy relationship with hijab
I don’t have any legit reason for it other than I feel ugly.
I hate waking up in the morning, I hate going places, I hate even looking at people or having people look at me. I walk with my head down and my self confidence is at rock bottom. At heart, I am a modest person. I wear respectful shirts which rise higher than my collarbone and I wear clothes that pass my bum – I honestly have no intention to do anything haraam.
Iam a hard working student dedicated to my school work and becoming a med student. I’m writing this in tears because of how hard I have prayed. asking for help- a sign. something.
I have severe low self-esteem and if plastic surgeries were not a prohibited option, I would have jumped under the knife cold-heartedly.
So adding yet another layer of ugliness to what I consider as existing ugliness is not the most appealing option.
It took me time to realise that a majority of muslims are hypocritical. I remember those scenes in the mall, those women who wear headscarf with the last few buttons undone revealing a little cleavage.
It was a very awkward way to wear hijab – covering your body but showing double the seduction a normal non-hijab clothing would do. The truth I realised now, is that I wasn’t doubting God, I was questioning the reality of so many muslims nowadays. I feel like I need to take off hijab and get rid of the feeling of being “caged” and start my path of re-discovering the true face of my religion and the true me without any feelings of suffocation.
I don’t know if God would not be pleased with taking off my hijab, but he would understand and eventually forgive if it is wrong. He knows what I’ve been through and why I am doing this.
At this point, I am fed up with this endless struggle. I’ve been suffering from the same topic for ages now, and almost everyday, thoughts of taking off my hijab are haunting me.I am holding alot of anger and confusion towards this foggy relationship I have with God and his Hejab if it is really his.
Islam is patient and merciful, I know I could take my time to re-explore this path of spirituality and peace with God, but all I need is a breather room away from the ristrictions and rules SOCIETY has created for political reasons. Yes, taking off my hijab is not really right or wrong, but it will give me a chance to rediscover the beautiful meaning of Islam without any frustrations and without politics. It will give me the freedom to differentiate between what God Almighty has told us to follow and what people are currently doing and telling us we should do
I hope one day I will become really close to God, and represent the correct image of a true muslim. After Four years it was enough I took off the Hijab. No More fancy Rag tops no more uniform. no more conforming to the Ikhwan and Salafis. I am burning all My hejabs and my false identity. I am back to being ME