I can’t help but to wonder,
who is sitting on the other side and reading my thoughts?
Is there anyone out there listening?
It was early Wednesday morning. The sun had made its way out behind the trees far away at the east. I awaited nervously for the two lines to appear. Anticipation was rising and even though I knew, I waited for five minutes.
I watched my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but to smile back. An exiting time was ahead. There we were, two instead of just one. I went back to bed wondering who you would become.
Now one year later I can finally hear you laugh, see you smile and hold you close. Knowing now that my life was never complete without you here.
You may think I’m oppressed by the way you stare at me. That I’m not free to make my own decision. Maybe you think I’m forced to cover up my beauty.
I guess it bothers you that I choose what to show and withhold from the world. But the truth is that a veil like the hijab represents so much more then what you see.
We don’t lie or steal, drink or smoke. We think before we talk and watch our tongue.
We choose to wear it, to be among the best of people.
I hope one day you can see past my veil and see who I truly am. Because my freedom is not determined whether I show my hair or flaunt my body. And remember that the hijab represents so much more than a cover to your hair.
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.
With knowledge comes understand
With understanding comes compassion
With compassion comes love
And with love comes peace.
A cloth you put around your hair, draped down your chest. A garment worn by women. A religious sign – a sign that shows the world that you are muslim. A sign of oppression for some. But for me it’s a sign of freedom.
A conscious choice I make every day because I refuse to be seen as a sexual object for people to look at. I choose who I want to show my beauty to. And through my modesty you are forced to only see my heart and mind. Because that’s what I choose to share.
Some days I find myself wrapping my veil over and over again, never being satisfied. Feeling a resistance and thinking it would be easier to tuck away my scarfs in the back of the closet, but then I would be like everyone else. What I strive for is not in this world but beyond what I can see. And I finally choose to show the world I’m muslim.
But my future was planned out differently than what I imagined. My dearest dream came true, and I had a family before I turned 22. I have loved and lost just to get the greatest gift of all. Seeing the other side of the world knowing what my heart really wanted. Figuring out I will never belong in this world other than for a short period of time. Now five years have gone and it’s time to move on.
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