Photo of women and children in the street together: A Muslim veiled woman, Zejneba Hardaga (right) and a Jewish woman, Rivka Kalb (2nd from right) and her children (with beret) are guided on the streets of Sarajevo in 1941. Zejneba covered the yellow star on the Rivka’s left arm with her veil. Bahrija Hardasa, Zejneba's sister-in-law, is on the far left.
The hijab is NOT always a choice. some Muslim women are pressured to wear it, and some are encouraged to not wear it. Instead of just saying “the hijab is a choice” or “the hijab is a symbol of oppression,” why don’t we have a constructive conversation about the hijab and how every woman’s experience and views of the hijab are different and shaped by a variety of factors. I think when we discuss veiling we should first acknowledge how Muslim women’s voices are continuously ignored in this debate. That’s a good place to start.
If anybody tries this bullshit in my state, I’ll start wearing a tichel. I’m not letting a bunch of crusty white men dictate how women should or should not cover their bodies. We are entitled to bodily autonomy and how we choose to dress is none of their goddamn business, nor is the motivation behind that choice.
This was the first time I received the first real negative reaction. A man came up to me at the cash register he slammed his stuff down and said, “I don’t want to be served by a dirty Muslim whore.”
I stood shocked for a few moments before I gave a tight lipped smile and said, “I’m the only associate available so,” I picked up his items and dumped them in the go back cart, “get out.”
My assistant manager and a coworker too were standing right there, either could have checked him out but I wasn’t about to let that happen. This man would not be getting service. He called me a fucking bitch and stormed out.
My assistant manager flipped him off. <3
Chelsea asked me why I didn’t just tell him I wasn’t Muslim. It wouldn’t be a lie, I’m Wiccan and a witch. I wear the veil in honor of the moon phases and the changing seasons.
I must have given her an awful look, I know my tone was lethal when I responded, “I don’t think being Muslim is anything to be ashamed of.”
She wilted and didn’t respond.
I knew this was going to happen. I know it will happened again, it just makes me so sad for all those beautiful, wonderful women who are treated so horribly. For the men as well who wear their traditional garb and face such things.
The media stories about islam meant that I was genuinely a little nervous about moving in across the road to a mosque. What I have learnt in the four years since I moved is that the ridiculousness of British culture is universal. We all love tea, are really polite and tut rather than saying something, no matter our religion. -
No mosque has enough parking and muslim men love to complain about it. I don’t care how young or trendy they are, within seconds they will be pointing at bits of pavement muttering about the number of cars you could fit in there — like my Granddad from Manchester does at Sainsbury’s.
You can do that look British people do to each other, when someone nearby is making a scene, in a full face veil.
Muslims pray a lot.
You will be happy they pray a lot when you get stabbed on your doorstep and are too scared to go outside. So you time your trips to the shops to coincide with these prays as the streets are full of friendly people.
Muslims, like all British people have that one problematic uncle that kinda ruins family occasions.
When confronted with something out of their comfort zone, like me and my boyfriend in full drag dancing down the road, muslims like all British people get flustered and over compensate with being overly polite — a bit like Hugh Grant.
When finding out you have been dating your boyfriend for 5 years your muslim neighbours will be disgusted that you haven’t proposed. You hear “get a civil partnership — for your mothers sake” a lot.
Apparently there is usually half a cup of tea next to the pray matt when praying at home — especially for morning prayers.
Like in the rest of Britain all muslim fathers think their daughter is smarter than everyone, even though she is only 6 years old…
…and that their son is a heartbreaker even though its clear to everyone else that he spends all his time on his Xbox.
Young muslim women are really, really, really ambitious.
British people’s dry sarcasm works really well when confronting the times the more traditional parts of islam come face to face with modern gay culture. For example when I donated 3 sequined crop tops to the islamic relief Syria clothing drive, one of the older guys there smirked, shaking my hand and saying “our brothers and sisters in Syria thank you for the evening wear.”
There is always an Aunt who gets too involved in the wedding planning and annoys the bride.
During ramadan and eid there will be so many people on the streets going to mosque that the drugs dealers will have to move to other places — making your area really safe for a while.
Mothers will say anything to stop their kids nagging them. I once saw a Muslim mother tell her kid that wanted some fried chicken, after Friday night prayers, that the shop wasn’t halal even though there was a 5ft sq neon halal sign in the window. Reminds me of when my mum told me that the chip shop was closed for a private event as she wanted some peace.