RICHMOND – Taking up her new job as Virginia’s first veiled Muslim firefighter, the Richmond Muslim mother of two Kae Asima knew it will not be an easy task.
“I understand that people have questions and I embrace them,” Asima told ABC News on Wednesday, September 24, referring to daily questions about her religion.
The Qatar women’s basketball team has forfeited a match at the Asian Games on Wednesday after being refused permission to wear the hijab.
The players were asked, in accordance with International Basketball Federation (FIBA) rules, to remove their Islamic headscarves in order to play against Mongolia.
In recent years the rise of the so called ‘make up artist’ also known as ‘mua’ in short has increased many Muslim sisters are caught up into this craze. They are deluded into thinking that make up actually helps ‘beautify’ there face, however its just a mask that they put on top of their real face. They become so deluded they feel as though they can not go out without the make up, its like a drug which they are addicted to.
Source: The Deen Show
She walks down the street covered up from head to toe. Her many layers and loose clothing have you very confused. It’s warm outside. Most people are wearing shorts and t-shirts. Yet, you find this particular woman, going against the norm and sticking out from the rest. In America, where one is “free” to do, say, or even wear anything, why would a free woman choose to dress this way? It’s a logical question.
An Australian supermodel experiences Muslim life for day.
By: Ebrahim Moosa
The usage of the word Hijab nowadays tends to immediately conjure up imagery on Islamic clothing obligations for women, the jilbab, niqab, abaya, headscarf etc. and the uphill battle many Muslim women face in embellishing themselves Islamically. What, I feel, seems to be far less considered in the public discourse today is the male factor: How males should conduct themselves and the Shariah protocol relating to their dressing.
By: Maryam S.
When I first started wearing hijab, my mother would pin it for me every day—a square scarf that she’d fold into a triangle, pin under my chin, and whose ends I would then tie into a little knot on my chest. I’d go to school (where my sister and I were the only girls in hijab) like that, thinking that I looked pretty good, especially if I was wearing a particular blue silky scarf that made 5th-grade me feel glamorous. There were other aspects of my wardrobe that I wished I could change at 10 years old (namely the many denim shirts with flower decals that my mother loved buying me so much)—but I can’t recall feeling inferior to anyone because of my hijab style (or lack thereof, really) at that point in my life.