When I read titles like
A letter to Islam: we are women, not things: iLIVE
Fills me not with trepidation but as a muslim woman, my back is automatically up.
I can't take away the experience this woman has had at the hands of the men in her life, but I fail to see how her generalisations make me want to empathise with her.
In one swift article she has insulted me, my intelligence and disrespected my choice- yes my choice to remain muslim.
My friend Saaleha said it perfectly. "it's tiresome we shouldn't have to apologise all the time"
I am by no standards a feminist, islamist and detest the term moderate muslim. Yes South African Muslims are possibly the only nation of muslims that are allowed to practice freely, regardless of the sect they belong to.
But I refuse to have to explain that EVERYTIME. She disrespects me by saying: No self-respecting woman can be Muslim.
I can't fight for every muslim in the rest of the world, I can only change perceptions when I encounter them.
I respect her right to state her opinion, much the same as I have the right to negate her statements.
I will accept that people like her are scarred by their experiences but she doesn't speak for me.
I am more woman today because I am muslim. It gave me rights, taught me bounderies and allowed me to find alternate means to express myself,to be educated, to be free.
My Islam taught it to me. My Father lived it and the every other man I have met and or encountered respected it.
Hijab - my weakness
So since 2016, I've been mostly in Hijab and its tough. I know why I started wearing it, and it was to be a daily reminder to find better ways of being. Friends and Family, don't always understand. I'm "less progressive now" what they don't know is I will still call you a p03$ in a headscarf. but the point is that I WANT to be better, be more God-conscious. Heres the rub though. Sometimes I get sick and tired of trying to be a better person. It's too damn hard and especially since acceptance came easier outside of wearing hijab. going out, showing my hair and wearing what I please. regardless of modesty. I miss not giving a fuck! Then I try to do not give a fuck and then I feel miserable. because my stupid ass knows better. I hate it sometimes because this means something different to others than it does to me. but these hijabi barbies will still fucking judge me for not wearing it the "right way" or the "IN the way" and for
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