You tell me I am oppressed because of the way I dress.
You tell me I am oppressed because I cover my hair.
You tell me I am oppressed because I choose not to hug nor kiss you.
Now you are outside covering your face and your hands.
And you neither touch nor kiss someone,
because you are scared of the dangerous corona virus.
Science is now telling you how to dress and act with others.
Allah has always told me how to dress and act with others.
You are afraid of the virus.
I am afraid of Allah.
You want to be saved from the epidemic.
I want to be saved from the hell fire.
Now who of us is oppressed?
Oh, sweet silence – how I’ve missed you. I adore you when you finally arrive, even though you might not stay as long as I wish.
Today started off early as per usual, though I did get to sleep in yesterday which was deeply needed. I did some last minute editing before I took my son out for a walk. Don’t underestimate the power of breathing in fresh air and changing your scenery once every day. It’s good to change wallpaper and see beyond the four walls of your own home. And I’m happy to announce that I finally think spring is coming. Right now the rain is washing away the remains of winter and giving fuel to threes and flowers arriving soon. I can’t wait to walk out in a summer dress and enjoy the sweet summer air.
Today on the other hand I have some errands to run. I’m the best at procrastinating because I don’t like to face my tasks head on. But when I finally do get the courage to deliver those CV’s personally, make that phone call, or drive to that auto mobile shop to get my car fixed, I feel great. I still have 14 CV’s left on my kitchen table who seek a new owner and hopefully a new job for me. But for today the mission is to go down to the postal office and send away a package. Call the auto shop and get a price for my car and hopefully also an appointment. On top of that I need to place an order for some hair products. Much to do, and no time to waste.
Hope you have a great start on your week!
So I just got a comment on YouTube where someone told me that I don’t dress appropriately for being a muslim and that it is not the way that Prophet Muhammad (saw – peace be upon him) said women should dress. I immediately felt attacked and after thinking twice about it I ended up deleting the comment. But here I am 5 minutes later thinking about it. That’s the thing though – it may be gone from my platform it’s still in my life.
I understand the need to comment and let people know what is right and what is wrong, but on the other hand it’s not always your place. You might think it’s your responsibility, but you have no idea how hard it is for me to not only put on the hijab but to dress modestly all together. It wasn’t before a couple of months ago that I started slowly to cover my hair. And there was no other reason than for Allah (God).
You may be raised in a muslim community or family and it might be second nature to cover all together and only where the jilbab or abaya & hijab. But for me, someone who is raised in a non-muslim family in the west, who just recently converted, it’s not easy. I have struggled so much with it to the point where I didn’t want to come near it. And you telling me that my effort is not enough is not your place.
Please think twice before you think to comment on a subject that is essentially between me and my God. At the end of the day He knows my effort and what is in my heart, and that’s all that counts.
Astaghfirullah for my past
Alhamdulillah for today
Insha’Allah for my future
noun | self-re·spect | self-ri-ˈspekt |
a proper respect for oneself as a human being
Don’t dress up to seek the admiration of other people.
The glances and looks or even stares.
Do you really want this?
You say you want respect but how can you get it,
when all you do is showing your beauty to the outside world for recognition.
You say you want to fall in love with your mind but you only display our body.
The world tells you to be yourself
but when you do they turn their back on you.
Everyone wants to be original but no one dares to stand out.
So stop defining yourself through the worlds eyes.
Look in the mirror. Your reflection should represent yourself.
Don’t dress up for admiration or seek applause for you good actions.
The world doesn’t have the right to tell you who you should be, neither judge you or define you.
Today time ran away from me and before I knew it I had to make my way to work. Planning on posting before I left was a bit ambitious, since time never is on my side. Seems like we don’t have enough of it. But before I left I managed to shoot a couple of outfit pictures. Tried a turban style today which I have been in love with lately. Let me know if you’d like a tutorial on that style.
Shoes: Bianco | Dress: Cubus | Tights: Vero Moda
Pullover: Vero Moda | Watch: Nelly
Scarf: Nelly | Lipstick: IsaDora
It’s safe to say that I have a shopping problem, and more ironically, I don’t have any more hangers for my clothes. So why do I keep buying new clothes? It’s like a never-ending evil circle. Why can’t I just save my money for practical things like saving for a house, a car, an education or that really cute jacket I found today. Anyway, I have a problem. I even promised myself that I would only shop on sale. Ha, who was I kidding?! I need a cleans. Next month. I promise.
Buys from today:
Black dress – 30 £ from Bik bok
Black belt – 15 £ from H&M
Black belt with gold studs – 20 £ from H&M
Ring – 5 £ from H&M
Braclet – 3 £ from H&M (on sale)
Necklace – 13 £ from Bik Bok
The day started of with me sleeping in, or at least trying. And then the day went on to Schoungau with Lisa and her family to do some shopping. I found a pair of striped trousers which I’ve searched for and some studded flats. All really cheap so I see it as a bargain cause it would have cost me double the price back home.
Later that afternoon we went to meet Granny to have some ice cream and spending some quality family time. In the evening we all went home and the day ended with a photo shoot at the beach where I finally could wear my new dress from New look.