A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I need to” she said.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar). “He surely knows the answer”, he thought. “Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?”

The Shaikh answered: “When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.”

“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.”

The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

So I had a conversation with a girl who was convinced that its ok for non-muslim girls to wear hijab for a day as a ‘social experiment’. Before I say what I am going to say I understand that there will be differences in opinion, but heres mine. Religious appropriation is a thing and it happens just as frequent as cultural appropriation. If you want to perform a 'social experiment’ using hijab then you gather up a bunch of muhajabas and interview them individually. Not enough? Go find some MUSLIM women who don’t wear hijab and have them perform the experiment wearing hijab. I am tired of seeing a bunch of sorority girls in chacos wearing a hijab saying they have so much respect for women who wear hijab because it was difficult for them to wear it for the few hours they did. NO. You should have already respected women who wore hijab in the first place. Do I have to walk around in someone else’s religious dress wear in order to respect them? Nope, and neither do you. Yes I understand that hijab is one of the biggest forms of dawah, but giving someone a hijab to get the idea of what it is for us will never sit right with me. As far as I’m concerned no one will ever understand the past 12 years of wearing hijab like I do. And thats how it is for all muhajabas. We all have different experiences and most are willing to vocalize them. If a non-muslim woman is interested in hijab then you sit her down and explain the whole package to her instead of throwing a hijab on to her. She’s got to sign up in order to play on the team.

All about a wife.
When she is quiet, millions of things are running in her mind.
When she is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When she stares at you, she is wondering why she loves you so much in spite of being taken for granted.
When she calls you everyday, she wants to know how you are doing.
When she SMS’s you everyday, she wants you to reply at least once.
When she says I love you, she means it.
When she says I miss you, no one in this world can miss you more than her.
When she says I will stand by you, she will stand by you like a rock.
Wives are always special. She is said to be the 8th wonder. She is always a priceless treasure.
Never hurt her or take her wrong or for granted.
Share this with every woman to make her smile and with every man to make him realize a woman’s worth!

And I cannot stress how difficult it is to fill your wardrobe with cute, non-revealing and affordable clothes… I think men cannot relate to this point at any level because the fashion industry makes it much more difficult for women to dress modestly.

..And as if all that isn’t enough, there is also a lot of discouraging media out there, such as memes, videos and even talk and half-assed opinions about what Hijab is, what a Muhajaba should to should’t do/wear/say and all kinds of mantras à-la-”If you’re going to do X, you might as well not wear Hijab.” Women have been compared lollipops with wrappers, pearls in their shell, chicken with their feathers and all kinds of other things just to get some slut-shaming point across. A woman without Hijab is not a lollipop without a wrapper, not a pearl outside of its shell and not a chicken without it’s feathers. She’s simply a women without Hijab. And a woman who doesn’t wear Hijab according to someone’s liking isn’t a Hoejabi or a Muhajababe. She’s simply a women who doesn’t wear Hijab according to that person’s liking.

What is LOVE?

LOVE is when Khadijah (R.A) spent her entire wealth on this Deen (Islam) for the Man she loved.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) took the glass that Ayesha (R.A) drank from and put his lips on the exact place she put hers on and then drank.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) had a race with Ayesha (R.A) and teased her when she lost.
LOVE is when Muhammed (SAWS) would take a bone that Ayesha (R.A.) sucked meat from and would put his lips on that same place she chewed the meat from.

Real LOVE is not based on romance , candle light dinner and walks along the beach rather it is based On Respect , Compromise , Care And Trust…

Find your HALAL love here insha'Allah!


One afternoon, A Man and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea and talking about life and love. His friend asked:

“How come you never married?

”“Well,” said The Man “to tell you the truth, I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman.

In Cairo I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she was unkind.

Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no common interests.

One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing.

Then, one day, I met her. Beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had very much in common.

In fact, she was perfect!”“What happened?” asked the Man’s friend,

“Why didn’t you marry her?” The Man sipped his tea reflectively.

“Well,” he replied, “it’s really the sad story of my life… It seemed she was looking for the perfect man….

“A man dreams of a perfect wife whilst a woman dreams of a perfect husband yet they don’t realize that they’ve been created to complete one another.”