My dream is making a difference. I just want to make a difference in peoples lives. Even if its something small like a smile, so if you read this SMILE because in my opinion you are an amazing person inside and out.
When my father proposed to my mother… He dedicated Surah Al-Imran, which he memorized off heart, as her “Mahr” (dowry)
And when my husband proposed to me, my father told him that he would have to memorize a surah of the Quran as my mahr.. The wedding will not go on unless i’v received my mahr
I was asked to pick one of the surahs… I chose Surah Al-Noor… For all the laws that Surah contained within it and for the fact that it seemed hard to memorize on my behalf.
And before our wedding day; aside of being busy preparing for our “Newly wedded Nest”… The Quran wouldn’t leave my husband’s hand an entire month as he was memorizing the surah…
A few day before our wedding day, my husband came to recite to my father the surah which he had completed.
My father told him every time u make a mistake, u would have to start from the beginning all over again :))
My husband began reciting surah Al-Noor with his calm/gentle voice in such a “beautiful” scene which I will never forget. My mother and I would look at one another and would smile awaiting my husband to make a mistake so he would have to start all over again and by that increase my “Reward”…
But my husband - May Allah bless him - had memorized the surah off heart and didn’t even forget one single verse of it.
Once he finished my father hugged him and said to him: “Today I shall marry my daughter to u for u have fulfilled her mahr.. and your pledge to me..”
He didn’t pay me a financial mahr… And we didn’t buy gold worth tens of thousands…
He sufficed me with Allah’s words as an oath/contract between us…
And the Question is…. I wonder what Surah my daughter will chose as her mahr in the future?
People often ask; how long have you been wearing it? why do you wear it? and that killer phrase your still young learn to live a little.
blah blah blah
Truth is I’ve worn it for as long as I can remember, it is part of me. Alhamdulilah it has never stopped me from achieving my goals or being able to do what I want, infact it has helped stop me from doing a lot of things I’d probably regret now. Growing up its safe to say I was in with the wrong crowds. my hijab was a constant reminder of who I was and where I came from, even with peer pressure at its highest I couldn’t bring my self to do the things my friends were doing because with hijab comes a duty. A duty to protect ones dignity and the dignity of all her Muslim sisters.
I love fashion, I love makeup, I love looking good; we all do.
so I’d be lying if I said I’m always resistant to sin. of course when my iman is low I struggle and make mistakes like everyone else. I know my hijab is not perfect its not always black and flowey it doesn’t always reach my ankles and its not always loose but its my hijab its me trying. my skinnies and a baggy neon shirt a huge statement necklace a long blazer and a pair of Chelsea boots is my hijab. its my modesty.
one thing that really deterred me from wanting to wear my hijab whilst growing up was feeling like I couldn’t have muslim sisters as friends because of their constant ability to make you feel smaller than an ant in the name of “dawah” and I still hear this from many sisters. so please sisters be gentle with your tongues I understand you are passionate about your message but sometimes your delivery is so harsh that it may push that person further away, be gentle with your sisters do not look down at them or abuse them because they are not of righteous enough standards for you. guide them with patience and kindness.