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Alhamdullilah alhamdullilah alhamdullilah.
It's officially a year for wearing HIJAB. And honestly still a lot more to learn not based on Hijab but gain knowledge in more information in islam, akidah, thorah, fiqh, etc.

Insya Allah. The class starts on April insya'allah will benefit me. We learn for the sake of Allah SWT.  Insya'Allah.

Thank you for those who gave motivation. Syukran Jazakallah Khair. May Allah reward you.

And i would like to share my long story on how i started my hijab a year back.

The Difference Before & After Embracing the Hijab - MY STORY‏ 

Before the hijab, I was your average girl. Breezy t-shirts and shorts, especially on hot days. My hair fell down to my shoulders, and I adorned my lips and fingers with the smell and taste of cigarettes. I laughed a lot, danced a lot, cursed and swore a lot. Nothing truly mattered. My life existed just so I could die, and the sad part was that I accepted it. You see, I was born a Muslim but didn't pray occasionally, and lost in my own world.

One day, out of the blue, I met the people who would change me for the rest of my life. I don’t need to relate about how we met and how they changed me. But what you must know is how they instilled in me the love for Allah. Through the Qur’an and Sunnah, I have learned much just by being in their company. Among them is my much respected teacher, who one day asked me this:

“Do you love Allah?”“Yes.”“You say you love Allah, then why do you not obey Him?”

I felt like drowning my completely exposed self into the tiny mug of teh tarik in front of me. Perhaps she was referring to something else, but from then on, it was as clear to me as the moles on my face. I had to submit. To submit is to prove my love and obedience. Not to the people around me, but to my Creator. I could care less about what the people around me thought of me. Islam, beyond just about being a religion of peace, is about submission. Islam is submission. Islam is the deen, the way of life. Who are we to attempt to challenge that? Allah has decided the fate of the worlds since before creation - so who are we tiny humans to challenge Him?
 
The hijab has since then become a normal part of my attire. I had submitted to the will and command of Allah, and that was first to cover myself up. I’d go back to school and people would ask me all sorts of ridiculous questions, while some treated me differently. I kept telling everyone I was still the old me, but that was just my ego talking. After a while, it didn’t matter if I could no longer mix with my friends like I used to. I found better company - one that always reminded me of Allah and His Messenger s.a.w.

The Qur’an is my guide. Islam is the truth. Everything else (Falsehood), like darkness, perished in the presence of His light.

It didn’t matter that I would go out with my friends wrapped in hijab on a searing hot day. While my friends got completely sunburn, Allah protected me with the fabric on my body, and I was spared the wrath of the sun. On colder days in freezing lecture theaters, my attire kept me warm. Subhan'allah!

It is not about succumbing to peer pressure. It is not about earning approval from the people around you. It is not about showing people that you’ve changed and you’ve got the balls to flaunt it. It is about submitting to Allah. It is about obeying Allah. It is about loving Allah. And Allah will surely protect you. The trick to wearing the hijab is to remain humble. The nafs (or ego) is what makes you want to flaunt about the spiritual change in you when you first start to wear the hijab, but in truth, you know for yourself that you’ve accomplished absolutely nothing for Him. At least, that was what was true for me. So don’t fall into that trap. Stay humble.

One wise woman said to me once, “Before you carry out something, ask yourself: Does this act bring me closer to Allah? If it does, Bismillah. If it doesn’t, then don’t do it. It’s actually very easy.”

And it will always be easy, Insya’Allah. When you wear the hijab for the sake of Allah, it will never be a hassle. It has never been any significant trouble for me. Do it because it pleases Him, and in turn, you too will be pleased, InsyaAllah. After a while, you’ll realize that the hijab is just a tiny part of your everyday life. There are larger things to fight for in the name of Islam, and that is to fight against Riba (which, if you do your research, will reveal to you as the root of most, if not all, the problems in the world, for it is the 2nd worst sin after shirk) and to spread Islam, etc.

I pray that my words have a positive effect on anyone who reads this, for my intention is sincere.

Only Allah will decide if my actions prove fruitful for all you sisters out there.

Alhamdulillah.

Alhamdullilah alhamdullilah alhamdullilah.
It's officially a year for wearing HIJAB. And honestly still a lot more to learn not based on Hijab but gain knowledge in more information in islam, akidah, thorah, fiqh, etc.

Insya Allah. The class starts on April insya'allah will benefit me. We learn for the sake of Allah SWT.  Insya'Allah.

Thank you for those who gave motivation. Syukran Jazakallah Khair. May Allah reward you.

And i would like to share my long story on how i started my hijab a year back.

The Difference Before & After Embracing the Hijab - MY STORY‏ 

Before the hijab, I was your average girl. Breezy t-shirts and shorts, especially on hot days. My hair fell down to my shoulders, and I adorned my lips and fingers with the smell and taste of cigarettes. I laughed a lot, danced a lot, cursed and swore a lot. Nothing truly mattered. My life existed just so I could die, and the sad part was that I accepted it. You see, I was born a Muslim but didn't pray occasionally, and lost in my own world.

One day, out of the blue, I met the people who would change me for the rest of my life. I don’t need to relate about how we met and how they changed me. But what you must know is how they instilled in me the love for Allah. Through the Qur’an and Sunnah, I have learned much just by being in their company. Among them is my much respected teacher, who one day asked me this:

“Do you love Allah?”“Yes.”“You say you love Allah, then why do you not obey Him?”

I felt like drowning my completely exposed self into the tiny mug of teh tarik in front of me. Perhaps she was referring to something else, but from then on, it was as clear to me as the moles on my face. I had to submit. To submit is to prove my love and obedience. Not to the people around me, but to my Creator. I could care less about what the people around me thought of me. Islam, beyond just about being a religion of peace, is about submission. Islam is submission. Islam is the deen, the way of life. Who are we to attempt to challenge that? Allah has decided the fate of the worlds since before creation - so who are we tiny humans to challenge Him?
 
The hijab has since then become a normal part of my attire. I had submitted to the will and command of Allah, and that was first to cover myself up. I’d go back to school and people would ask me all sorts of ridiculous questions, while some treated me differently. I kept telling everyone I was still the old me, but that was just my ego talking. After a while, it didn’t matter if I could no longer mix with my friends like I used to. I found better company - one that always reminded me of Allah and His Messenger s.a.w.

The Qur’an is my guide. Islam is the truth. Everything else (Falsehood), like darkness, perished in the presence of His light.

It didn’t matter that I would go out with my friends wrapped in hijab on a searing hot day. While my friends got completely sunburn, Allah protected me with the fabric on my body, and I was spared the wrath of the sun. On colder days in freezing lecture theaters, my attire kept me warm. Subhan'allah!

It is not about succumbing to peer pressure. It is not about earning approval from the people around you. It is not about showing people that you’ve changed and you’ve got the balls to flaunt it. It is about submitting to Allah. It is about obeying Allah. It is about loving Allah. And Allah will surely protect you. The trick to wearing the hijab is to remain humble. The nafs (or ego) is what makes you want to flaunt about the spiritual change in you when you first start to wear the hijab, but in truth, you know for yourself that you’ve accomplished absolutely nothing for Him. At least, that was what was true for me. So don’t fall into that trap. Stay humble.

One wise woman said to me once, “Before you carry out something, ask yourself: Does this act bring me closer to Allah? If it does, Bismillah. If it doesn’t, then don’t do it. It’s actually very easy.”

And it will always be easy, Insya’Allah. When you wear the hijab for the sake of Allah, it will never be a hassle. It has never been any significant trouble for me. Do it because it pleases Him, and in turn, you too will be pleased, InsyaAllah. After a while, you’ll realize that the hijab is just a tiny part of your everyday life. There are larger things to fight for in the name of Islam, and that is to fight against Riba (which, if you do your research, will reveal to you as the root of most, if not all, the problems in the world, for it is the 2nd worst sin after shirk) and to spread Islam, etc.

I pray that my words have a positive effect on anyone who reads this, for my intention is sincere.

Only Allah will decide if my actions prove fruitful for all you sisters out there.

Alhamdulillah.

Sometimes I wonder how people see me and what they think of me. It scares me a bit, honestly. I am sure though, that what they think of me, what they think my life is, is a complete misperception. I have always tried to show myself as a carefree person, as someone who wont get bothered because of public judgements. I am sure my friend and family think there is nothing going wrong in my life, that I do not worry enough, that I am always happy. And I am sure they probably somewhat hate me for it because, lets admit it, there is nothing worse than seeing someone who is life seems so perfect while yours is a complete mess. Truth is, I have become an expert at pretending. I think we are all experts or at least we are getting there.

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