Friday, January 18, 2019

How To Rock As A Great And Chic Hijab Girl!

In this present age, one might think that women can choose how to dress, even the environment (society) continues to tell us what is good and...
what is wrong. In the street, you hear boys talking about the girl wearing mini skirt, pokenosing in her ability to dress as she wants.
However, when a hijab girl passes by, the girl turns her head and hears comments about her feeling of covering herself. Advising her to remove that away that she lives in a free world and does not need it.
Did she know how proudly a hijab is worn? Do you wear it with pride? Does she understand how people's comments about her and how her wearing of hijab is inspiring other women?

I am a Nigerian Muslim. I wear the hijab proudly. My hijab is part of my
story and my humility, the choice is between God and I. I used to be the girl who tries to fit in the society norms, the girl who told the others to take off their hijab. I might not say it, but in my head I screamed loudly.
This transpired before I found myself and realized more respect for myself than I ever imagined.

My outlooks, the judgement I get and the hatred I hear all because of my dressing will surprise others. But why do I wear the hijab? How does it strengthen me? What would I like to say to the girl in mini skirt? My hijab protects me from myself and others, as well as societal problems. My beauty is not in the manner which I expose my skin, or the dedicated time to make sure all hair is perfect. I can find comfort in myself and know it's not a good idea to put the judgement of my beauty in the hands of the society, but in the beauty of my heart and my soul. My hijab encourages my modesty, it reminds me and honors my commitment to God and to holds me in pride and modesty. It strengthens me for everything and more than the words can not describe. Woman who was once very careful about her appearance, looking for other people to admire her and tell her that she is beautiful. I judged myself in accord to the people around me that looked great in the same kind of dress. My hijab and my dressing now remind me that there are things more paramount than looking good, getting the best shape and attention from the opposite sex.

I'm worth more because I followed my faith and my teachings of God. It was a choice of my own. One that no one can enforce on me. It is a choice between the one who created me (my creator) and myself. I want to inspire the girl in miniskirt that she chooses her own dress, not to dress in a way to impress others or because of society norms. Keep yourself in this way and manner of not allowing your right to dress depends on the society. How many times has she gone to just stand in a mirror running diverse thoughts in her mind? Get yourself dressed just because of yourself! Feel proud in your body without worrying not being good enough. Do not let anyone tell you to show up more skin to increase your value. This attitude does not worth it. Value is the description and definition you get and only you has the ability to make it count. Those calls can sound good when attached to a fine face, but does that mean he will respect you? Discover the past relationships; were you valued because of your less actions? Denying one's dignity is more oppressive and embaracing than the hijab I use.

Rocking the hijab is a personal choice, also rocking a mini skirt is a personal choice. I can not say that you should do anyone either; every woman has her own personal choice and no one has the right to make the choice for her. This is your choice only. You have to discover which is best for your life and yourself. Yes, the nature of how we act is our choice. You are only one who can decide that. I hope that someday women would feel the inspiration I do, only if they wish to find it. The first thing to remember is that the hijab should not be about men (Note: Not everything is about men). Hijab appreciates humility and modesty. This prevents the body from sexual attractiveness to others. But for me, it's the most important thing of my memories of who I really am. As I get older, I feel pressurized to change myself to be like other people but get over it as I remember God's blessings and commitment. When I say that I am different, I mean that I have certain goals in life that do not correspond to the popularity of Western culture. In Nigeria, we focus on gender and beauty and all the rest.


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