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Do you take the fresh air and Sun for granted ?
I don’t !
How I long to get a whiff of fresh air, every time I step out of my house !
And that is I because , staying where I am , I am obliged to cover up head to toe . No probs with that . I did that right through my junior college and Med school.
But at least I left my face open. I could breathe.
Breathe. F.r.e.e.l.y. Period.
Now , as a social obligation I am required to cover even my face .
It has nothing to do with the obligatory dictates of Islam.
The Islamic teachings require a believing woman to dress modestly , covering the hair too.
Rest , the garment falling loosely, not revealing shape of body or colour of skin ( i.e opaque )
and not attracting undue attention by the garment.
I am guilty though , of attracting attention .
Not by my garment , but by my gait .
No ! It’s not slimy….
I just happen to walk tall . Period.
And THAT itself attracts a lot of attention , not just here , but even back in my home country and try as I may , I cannot make myself walk any other way… because I just don’t know how else to…
Am I getting into self-praise ?
Sorry for digressing ( but seriously don’t women love to blow their own trumpet at times…
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Uh ! Ok . I know I need to grow up
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So back to what I was rambling about….
I won’t go into lengths about the Islamic teachings on how a woman should dress.
Because this post is not about it . And maybe I have not always honored the essence of it.
But I ‘ll mention here that covering the face is not obligatory.
Mind you , I love the Islamic way of dressing . It was a conscious choice that I made and was not imposed on me . And at least one of my uncles had commented then , on how young I was to do that . He even feared , I may go into extremism….
But I believe in moderation , which is what Islam advocates too.
I guess I am just too wretched to not desire that Allah SubhanoTaAllah would Himself come to visit me in the Hereafter, as has been promised to women who cover even their faces and follow the Islamic code of conduct and dress in it’s TRUE spirit.
(God ! I am almost tempted now…to stop complaining and desire His vision … but I know , it will fizzle out like a bubble at the next step out of my house
, simply because I find it difficult to breathe )
Yet I cover my face.
If I don’t ,I am embarrased at the glances of men that I unintentionally invite , because then I stand as the odd one out ! ( And I am not even mentioning my looks here
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Being unable to breathe freely is not just one of the problems that I face with covering my face.
I have lost count of how many times I have tripped over stairs or obstacles , simply because I couldn’t see what was below my eyes or because I tripped over my huge abaya sweeping under my shoes , apart from the floor around .
I still haven’t got the knack of the Saudi women here who carry themselves with immense grace and dignity ,in their huge ( compared to mine ) abayas , even with their huge handbags and a brood in tow !
As effortless , as if the face veil was transparent and they could clearly see in all fields of vision.
Why does my vision then get extremely hypermetropic ? Or rather field restricted ?
They go about their business without being bothered slightest by their dress.
It’s the cultural thing I guess,that I can’t get the hang of.
Strange enough , back at home , around my locality and in college, I had inspired several teenage girls to emulate my modest long coats and scarves , just because they thought I looked very graceful in it….
And how I miss the Sun’s rays on my face and body !
At least the face could do with a tan.
Tan I really don’t care for.
But I am dying to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
And the fresh air….
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