In a world full of misinformation about the hijab, I want to spread positivity around. Hijab is not a symbol of oppression when worn without constraint, instead, focuses on the freedom of choice.
Everyone’s history with the hijab and the way they came to wear it is different. Maybe you didn’t want to wear it initially. Maybe you started and then stopped. Maybe you started very late in life. Maybe you’d like to change how you do it. Here is My Hijab Story.
A couple of years ago, a friend suggested that I write a letter to my younger self. It is a powerful exercise that I believe everyone should experience. So here I go.
1st December, 2016
Hello, Little One. It’s your older self, writing to you. Just so you know, you will create your own journey which makes you amazing.
I walk through life, capturing the attention of strangers solely based off of my outside physical characteristics. There are many individuals who miss the woman I am and the soul I sincerely have. If you are fixated on my image, not penetrating beyond my exterior, you miss my value. I am a genuine beauty who is beautiful from the inner surface of her heart as well.
“Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is a light in the heart.” – Kahlil Gibran
When we were young, we got some ridiculous ideas in our head.
Below are some silly myths I believed as a child.
Mistakes.
We all make them, whether it’s a professional teacher or the President, it’s just a fact of life.
Losing an important person gave me the ability to look back and see where I did wrong in a chapter of my life.
I am a young girl in the verge of learning, so it’s not very surprising to know that I have made a lot of mistakes in life. I know from my own life experiences that mistakes are painful but very useful ways of learning. However, there are some life mistakes, that if avoided in the first place, which would have saved me a whole load of heartache and misdirection.
It has been two months since my last blog post. Now that I’m “back” from my long absence, let me tell you the story of how I survived 2 weeks without a mobile phone. When people learn this fact they usually react with an exclamation of shocked disbelief, as if I lead some sort of unfathomable existence of unmitigated depravation.
Hello! I am back in the blogosphere.
As this is the first post, I deem this as an opening to brag about myself.
My name is Eama Binth Moosa and I am from Male’ City, Maldives.
I am the eldest of three paternal siblings and that plays a huge factor in me being the independent woman I am today. But the fact that I am the only child to my mother has made her my confidant since day one.
English is not my first language, yet I started reading novels by Enid Blyton at the age of six.
I am passionate about advocating for human rights, attaining social justice and empowering women.
I am also enthusiastic about beauty and style, for style is much more interesting than fashion as fashion is merely an accessory for one with style. As a wise man once said, “Simplicity is the ultimate Sophistication.”
Through the years, I have started developing a soft spot towards animals and nature.
I trust that prayer provides solace and relief to the heart.
Mainly, I declare that self love comes first, always.
