A Bold Declaration of Faith

Smar Abuagla

I recently read the story of Smar Abuagla a 13 year old Middle Schooler in Reston who made a bold step to start wearing the hijab. I was moved and felt proud of her. I wished that at her age I had her kind of courage and mental acuity to make such a life altering decision. It reminded me of my own decision just a few years ago when I was much older than her.

I’ve always worn a head scarf and covered my hair. But as we all know there are different degrees of covering. There are the types of sisters who simply cover their hair, but wear the tightest most revealing clothes that you almost want to tell them to take off the hijab. Then there are those who simply wrap a cloth around their head, almost like Rastafarians. I guess I belonged to the latter group. People would comment on my lovely scarves, but unless they saw me everyday didn’t necessarily realize I was Muslim. Don’t get me wrong, I dressed modestly, in my trousers, or skirts, but like I said, my scarf simply covered my hair, it didn’t come down around my neck or even down my chest. So it barely counted as hijab.

I remember a few years ago, I decided that I wanted to wear hijab proper like some of my friends, and people I admired. And it was then that I realized the magnitude of wearing a hijab. How impossibly terrifying it is, to wonder how people would react to it. How would my friends, co-workers, bosses even, react to it? Would they suddenly shun me? Would I suddenly find myself unemployed? A Pariah? Would it limit me? Would it change my personality? I remember standing in front of the mirror in my room trying out different styles of wrapping a scarf. I tried the Turkish Tesettur, but it felt a little too much like cheating. Like I was just channeling Grace Kelly or Elizabeth Taylor. Like I was some trendy hipster wearing the latest Hermes. So I tried different styles, until I found one that I was comfortable with, a Shayla. I felt that it was striking enough to leave no doubt as to my intentions or my religion. And I also thought it was cute enough to be non-threatening, though in hindsight, I was probably too prejudiced to see it as threatening.

I still don’t remember exactly how those first few days went. I remember being scared, and slightly defiant. I also remember people’s eyes doing a slight and subtle double take. And a few comments about my scarf being nice. It wasn’t long before life went back to normal. There were a few people that I avoided because I couldn’t stand to face their censure (as I imagined it). I also “cheated” a few times, going with the Tesettur type scarf when attending certain functions.

Thanks to my new scarf, and new perspective I made a new fabulous circle of friends with Sisters from all over the world. We created weekly Halaqa’s or dinners where we would take over one side of the restaurant of our choice, usually in the back and we would just eat, and chat and get to know each other better.

Smar and Friends

I realized that in wearing the hijab properly, I forced myself to acknowledge not just to the world, but to myself that I was indeed a Muslim, and very very proud of that fact. I also found myself acting differently, avoiding certain places, because I felt that it would be disrespectful to the hijab if I went there. I also became more involved in the Islamic community and found so much joy in being with my fellow Muslim Sisters.

While my undertaking felt scary to me, it must have been a lot more terrifying for Smar. Nonetheless I’m glad she made the decision and that her friends and school supported that decision. Living in a post 9-11 world, declaring our faith in any public way is a rather scary proposition. A scary one, but one you quickly forget about when you’re walking down the street and a sister or brother who shows no outward signs of being Muslim suddenly smiles a huge smile at you and says “Salamu Alaykum Sister.”

Read Smar’s inspiring story in the Washington Post

Nusrah Wali

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5 Comments
  1. What inspiring, lucid writing. And it reminds me that the biggest blessings in my life have followed my utter relinquishment to the will of Allah. Trust. Nusrah reminds us of how difficult it is to “hand over the reigns” to Allah (do what we’re supposed to do). But Nusrah reminds us that blessings will follow in this life and the hereafter. Blessings like loving, pious husbands, children, and sisters to have dinner and halaqa’s with. Thank you, sweet sister, for your encouraging words.

  2. Assalaamu Alaykum wa Rahmatullah,I wish to inform you that I’m very pleased with this particular submission.It is inspiring and very bold,keep the Excellent works and Allah the Almighty will continue to guide and protect your Iman.And to my other muslim Sisters I urge you in the name of Allah to stand and become bold like our Beloved Sister here and emulate her,you will surely meet with Allah’s pleasure.

  3. lessons from confessions of a sister alike.Thanks for sharing.I’m sure this will encourage sisters that are in the hesitating phase of wanting to wear the hijab.My advice is that Allah never puts upon us what is not best for us.If He says Hijab, Hijab it shall be.No questions, no queries, no modifications.May Allah bury us deeper in our practice of Islam.amin

  4. Salam Alaikum. I’m very touched with this piece but still finding it almost impossible to start to wear my Hijab. I’m really praying about it cus I no as a muslim I’m obligated to live and act in d way of islam. May Allah make it easy for me,amin. Thank u Sister.