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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I used to be a niqabi



Salam,
I used to be a niqabi. And for a day a few weeks ago, after 5 years of not having worn it, I wore it again. Just for a day.

I was a niqabi for only a year. It was a wonderful experience. It brought me the peace of mind and humility I wanted to grow in me. It was also 'funny' in some ways, to see how people reacted to it. No, it was extremely adorable to see how children reacted to it, and quite sweet to see how some adults reacted to it. Somehow, it was actually disappointing to see how some of my fellow muslims reacted to it, and somehow, it was rather pleasantly surprising how amiable was the reaction(s) of some non-muslims towards it. They were cool.

Sometimes, I wish I could be a niqabi again. For me, when I was a niqabi, I had to force myself become better and more strict upon myself, because a piece of cloth across my face represented my religion in a stark, obvious manner, in a more emphasized way than just donning the hijab. Though I know this is untrue, but when it comes to people's perceptions, dressing style does count.

Nobody enforced the niqab on me, and nor did I don it to join any 'club' whatsoever. This was the same for the wearing of the hijab for me. I was not under the influence of anyone but my own.

My reason for wearing it was purely personal; actually for some time I had been yearning to wear it, but my family would not let me. When I couldn't suppress the feeling much longer, I made a nazar (somekind of promise to Allah, a special request for something; and when Allah fulfills our request, we would fulfill our promise) and so I became a niqabi.

Will I become a niqabi again someday? It is my dream.

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