My story is neither every Muslim woman’s story nor do I consider myself a benchmark against which to measure Muslim women. I am, however, someone who wears the face veil (niqab). There are many women who share my experience, who feel neither oppressed nor limited by the veil and consider it an integral part of their identity.
I certainly don’t denounce women who do not veil their faces as less pious or less modest. It is simply how we manage our own relationship with Allah. I don the niqab not out of fear of the men in my family there’s a story behind. .
I was just like any other girl, wearing jeans, uppers flaunting my hair and all that in fashion. In 2010, I suffered from Typhoid. I got hospitalised for two weeks. During that I was diagnosed borderline dengue. Everyone was worried if i will be able to make it or not as my red platelet count was dropping day by day. But there was something within me, my gut feeling was telling me i will make it. During my stay in hospital, i started to recognise the bounteous goodness of Allah upon us which we take so much for granted. I started to get closer to HIM more and more. As soon i started to recover, I promised myself to live the way the Lord likes. I started taking abbaya. .
In 2014, i faced an issue of visa approval to Saudia. I so wanted to go to Saudia and perform Umrah but Saudi government doesn’t allow any sibling to stay more than a month on Umrah visa but i wanted to spend my summer vacations with my bhabi and bro. After so many rejections and my constant duas, I got an approval. That time i decided, the day i will look Khana ka’aba, i will start covering my face for the sake of Allah. Since then I wear it unflinchingly and unapologetically.
May Allah accept all our sacrifices and make us steadfast. Ameen. .