There has been a lot of discussion about wearing the hijab on the internet recently and not all good. But I do not want to dwell on that. Instead, I thought I would share my own hijab story and how the relationship any person has with their hijab is a very personal one and why it shouldn’t matter who does or doesn’t wear a hijab.
I first started wearing my hijab around the age of 12 . Which looking back was a young age but ultimately, I think it helped me remain close to my faith during a time in my life when I would have most likely become a little rebellious teenager but it wasn’t all smooth sailing.
Wearing a hijab took a while to get used too. Aside from being unsure if I made the right decision. I think I took others lead in how to style it to make it work and but in all honesty looking back, I did that with every piece of clothing I wore. I didn’t find my style until college and even then it was with the pieces chosen by my parents.
I was a bit of a goody two shoes growing up and I credit that to the bond I have with my parents but wearing the hijab helped to keep me on the straight and narrow. Something about wearing the hijab stopped me from making too many bad life choices – although I have made some very questionable choices over the year.
But this is my experience with wearing the hijab. It doesn’t mean this is going to be the same for Sadiya who lives down the road and also wears the hijab. It may not hold the same connotations for her. She could have bullied for wearing it, leaving her traumatised from wearing it again.
After almost 20 years of wearing the hijab it has become a part of me like my arm or my leg. I couldn’t imagine myself without it but it doesn’t mean it is for everyone, nor does it make me better than those who do not wear a hijab. It is a personal choice and one which shouldn’t be taken lightly.
I know this turned out to be a bit more of a ramble than I anticipated but it is something I needed to get off my chest and that is what a blog is for right?