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My Hijab Story
salaam,
my story is pretty basic. i started wearing hijab on and off when i was 11. i went to school one day with it on because my mom told me it was cold and that i should wear it to cover my ears.
when i got to school on of my friends came up to me and were like WOW! Mashallah ur covering your hair. i wasnt really ready to do it, but i felt so good after hearing her compliment me, that i started anyways. i had a lot of trouble with it even though i lived in a muslim country and went to a school that taught Islamic education. the vice principal tried to stop me over and over but i didnt really care.
later though felt weird about hijab, and as i was the only one of my relatives and friends who wore it, i made some stupid excuse about it and i stopped.
when i moved to atlanta, i went to an islamic school where i was required as part of the uniform to cover my hair and i did so, and it didnt bother me at all. but 2 yrs later when i started high school, my parents and i had a long talk about it.
during this talk, i told my parents i didnt want to wear hijab and they told me i didnt have a choice. that it was either hijab or school, so i took the school road.
i really wasnt happy about covering my hair till 2 yrs later when i started my alima classes. i realized i liked the fact that i covered my hair. everyone else had their beauty out for the world to see and mine was hidden. i also got mad when i went to the store and guys would look at me up and down like i was a piece of meat. i didnt want them looking at me. i wasnt there for their pleasure, if they had such a thing to look at women they should find other ways. go to the movies and beaches or something else. but sadly telling them that only made them look more and the hijab could only work so well.
so in that blessed month of september in the year 2001, i started niqaab and no one has looked at me since (except for this 3 yr old at garden ridge who pointed his finger at me and called me a bad guy 
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