Hijrah Story by: Anonymous Sister
In my secondary days, I studied in a Roman Catholic School. I wore the hijab to and from school. I have memories of schoolmates talking and laughing with me in school but becoming total strangers once we were out of school compounds.
But with time Allah made the journey easy for me and these same people became close friends. An exceptionally close friend that I had was a Catholic girl.
My friends used to ask me the reason as to why I don the hijab. Initially my reply came with a detailed explanation of how we Muslim women have to guard our chastity as taught to us in the Quran. However, the day came when I no longer had to explain. All I had to do was to point.
You see there was a church, St Anne’s Church right next to my school and everyone morning I went in to change into my convent uniform. In the front portion of the church, there stood a statue of a lady dressed in a long white gown (Abaya I’d like to call it) with a scarf that draped over her hair and shoulder.
Who was this lady? She was none other than Mary, the blessed mother of our prophet Jesus (peace be upon them both). SubhanAllah, there I was standing in a church and yet we both had something in common; our dress code. This had been the conviction that I had been looking for and my love for the hijab deepened.
A year later, my sister joined the same school and her spiritual journey began. With the decree of Allah, the both of us took a brave step and wore our hijab into the school compounds.
Fast forward a couple of months, a junior came up to me and expressed her liking to don the hijab. So with that, began our iconic journey as striving Muslimahs in a convent school.
My journey is not extraordinary but what I do know is that it has made me grow into the person that I am grateful to be today. I love my hijab and it defines who I am!
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