Hijab Day

Hai Everyone...

This is a late post.. I really need to keep track of my timing.

Hijab, Hijab is a head covering worn in public by Muslims. Source from google.

Recently my social media is filled with hijabis, posting about Hijab Day. Maybe I have been living under a stone, but I didn't know there was a hijab day. But thank you media social now I know. Going through my social media feed I saw there was a lot of sisters sharing their hijab journey, before and after hijab.

I know it is cliche but if you wouldn't mind, I would like to share my hijab journey as well.

I don't think my hijab journey is much different from the next sister. I was a free hijab girl for up to 28 years old. I have always considered donning a hijab impossible for me. I loved my hair, I loved my clothes, and most of my clothes were either short or tight. I really felt that I was not ready and probably wont be. Further more is I was to be wearing a hijab for me is like screaming that I am muslim and I am good. That is what I felt, and wearing the hijab means I carry the responsibility to be that perfect muslim. That weight of responsibility was too much for me. I shied away from the hijab.

Turning 29 I started to feel like my head was naked. It was a hilarious feeling but I felt like my head was exposed. I didn't know why. Styling my hair was nearly impossible, because I felt like my hair didn't want to cooperate. I felt envious of my sisters who is that time both wearing hijab. They felt so sure of themselves, so positive so in tuned.

Then I started to wonder about the feeling of donning the hijab. I wondered what would it feel like. By chance, my elder sister started a small hijab business. I started off being her model of hijab. Sort of my real hijab experience, and it was...cooling. Which was one of my biggest fear if I was to don the hijab, that it will be to hot for me to function. Then I started small, going out short trips with hijab on.

The day I finally wore the hijab was by far the most shocking to me and memorable. I was in Perak me and Mr was going to attend a friends wedding and because it was to be held in a mosque I was needed to wear hijab, so I did, we went to the ceremony all is well, then we went back to the hotel to rest and later in the afternoon head back to the house for the reception. As we were heading out of the hotel room I mindlessly graded the my hijab and wore it. Mr called out and asked why was I wearing it? I remembered the feeling when I answered him. I said " I cannot imagine walking out without it". That was that, Alhamdulillah until today I am still wearing it with some bad hijab days but never do I feel leaving the house without it.

My hijab, my choice.