بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Omg this is such a cringey post I can’t believe I’m even going to post this on the internet!
The words you are about to witness are words I actually sumbitted to my ENGLISH TEACHER AND HE READ THIS ESSAY AND EVERY WORD CONTAINED IN IT. I’m literally dying right now, just at the thought. I’m cringing so bad right now I can’t even.
Without further ado, here is the essay that I sumbitted to my teacher about hijab:
Sept 4, 2013
There are a lot of things that can influence and shape an individual’s personality, but I think even more impacting than that, is a choice that they make and live with everyday. My hijab is one of those things, it is something I have chosen to wear and continue to wear, to outsiders, it symbolizes a religion, but to me, it is something that has helped shape me into the young woman I am today.
Wearing the hijab is not obligatory, but it’s not taken lightly when a girl makes the decision to wear it or take it off. There is no set time age, or code for the wearing of the hijab, it is something that varies depending on where you come from and your sects personal beliefs, and my mom, believed that no daughter of hers would wear a hijab at the tender age of nine, no matter how much I nagged her. As a child, my only understanding of hijab was that it wasn’t something everyone could do. It was something I associated with authority because of the fact that only older women wore it, and the fact that I wasn’t free to put it on at any time I wanted. It was something exclusive, something I didn’t have, but wanted. Which made me want it more, long story short, my persistence eventually got the better of my mother, and she gave in. She was strongly against the decision, fearing that wearing it would affect my studies and introduce me to the racism at an age where I would be unable to handle it. We were living in Germany at the time, a country where religious freedom was choked by the opinion of society, in a recently post 9/11 era; not the most ideal time to wear a hijab. But what did nine year old me know about such things? Nothing, and so finally, after winter break was over, that morning before school, my mother helped me put on my headscarf for the very first time. And I headed out, already late for class (in Germany everyone walks to school, no buses). I remember the butterflies that were partying in my stomach as I stood in front of Frau Riebe’s class, taking a deep breath before walking in, and holding my backpack in front of my face so that no one would see it as I took my seat. The reactions weren’t dramatic, my classmates, most of whom were foreigners themselves, some even Muslims, generally didn’t care, and I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who was open minded and didn’t bother me about it. And ever since that day, I’ve been a hijabi.
Nine years later and I still am. And there’s a lot of reasons as to why that is. When I had first decided to wear a headscarf I hadn’t understood why or what it was for, but now I do. And I also understand how it has lifted several struggles of teenage hood off my shoulders. In high school, I never struggled with how I looked like, or felt perpetuated to fit the stereotypical teenage girl image, no matter the pressure because my hijab reminded me that beauty isn’t everything and by wearing it I reminded myself that modesty mattered more to me than looking pretty. Wearing it also made me accept my flaws, because I knew that to the public, the hijab was my flaw, something people would judge me based on, and that fact took my focus away from the other things as I would try to set off a better image of myself in order to make people perceive the hijab in a better way and to let that reflect on other hijabis. Also, I knew that by wearing the hijab, I represented a whole community, not just myself, and that would always make me feel like I’m part of something bigger, part of something purposeful that I believed in. I liked the idea of being able to set a good example and having people take that with them as their impression of Eastern-foreigners and muslims, something that post 9/11 has made an obligation for many muslims worldwide. Beyond that notion also lies the fact that wearing the hijab is a clear call of independence from the world’s sex game and the sex-object perspective that like a leech, attaches itself to every woman. If you’ve ever seen a woman before she puts on her hijab and after she puts it on, you will understand how she’s liberated from that label just by the wrapping of a scarf. The gentle jaw lines that define and add feminism to a woman, the hair that has for so long stood as a symbol of womanliness, are covered when the hijab is put on, and the face becomes less intriguing and sexually appealing, and more innocent looking. This makes it less distracting for men when talking to woman, it makes it easier for them to focus, it makes the woman feel less invaded when the man’s eyes accidentally slip in the wrong direction. It creates a clear boundary of friendship that makes it hard to cross the line and cheat, and those double dates some people go on become less of a problem after the date is over, because neither girl is trying so hard to out-do the other and stand out more, which might end up getting attention from the wrong person and cause a problem for the other couple.
At the end of the day, the point I’m trying to make isn’t that you should cover-up so that you’re less attractive and not give men a reason to look unless you want them to, but I’m saying that for me personally, I like having control over that fact and I like the stability and the ability to focus on my work and studies that I get from wearing the hijab, and not having to worry about how I look like and whether my hair is frizzy or not. It doesn’t matter to me whether other girls choose to wear it or not, because I understand that it might not work for everyone, but for me, it’s something I’ve chosen to wear because I want to, and for a purpose that I believe in.
Can we talk about how in the essay I literally went from looks to cheat…like how did things escalate so quickly, that is such a naive comment to make, that a man would cheat based on just one look… but like omg im so embarrassed for my past self. I literally can’t stop cringing at this part particularly ,
“This makes it less distracting for men when talking to woman, it makes it easier for them to focus, it makes the woman feel less invaded when the man’s eyes accidentally slip in the wrong direction. It creates a clear boundary of friendship that makes it hard to cross the line and cheat…”
Easier to focus??? Really? Are guys really such animals they can’t even focus when talking to a woman who has hair and a jawline lol im literally dying, I didn’t mean for it to come across like that! This is just too embarrassing. I really hope my teacher comes across this and realizes that I didnt mean it that way! Lol.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this little piece that I shared with you, and let me know your thoughts!