Taking Part In Hijab Day

In my previous blog post – Hijab Day –Bidd’ah? I had promised to give you some tips regarding Hijab Day and how can you make the most of it. So here this short blog post which will guide you to how to be a part of Hijab Day.

Set up a stall

Collect a group of people who are ready to volunteer for Hijab Day and set up a stall at your educational institute, your local area’s shopping mall or any other place which consists of a lot of crowd. Make sure that before you set your stall you better have the permission from the authority so as to not get in any kind of trouble later on. You can collect scarves from your friends and family and keep a mirror so that anyone trying out the Hijab can look at themselves.

Arrange a workshop

Take permission from your school authority if they could allow you to use their auditorium for a day. If they have no problem, then way to go. You can arrange a short lecture or make the audience watch a play regarding Hijab.

Fill your social media networks

If you can’t do any of that mentioned above because of lack of time then the simplest you can do is to keep sharing posts and statuses about Hijab on your social media account for the whole day.

Gift a Hijab to a non-Hijabi

Lastly, you can do is gift a beautiful Hijab to a friend of yours who is yet to conceal herself. Even if you are able to change one person towards good it will be rewarded to you till they keep doing it.

I really hope this helps you for a good start to Hijab Day. If you have any other plans then feel free to share it with me either on my page – Aisha Write’s or write to me at aisha2aboo@gmail.com.


Hijab Day – Bidd’ah?

There has been a lot of controversy about Hijab Day regarding it a bidd’ah or not a bidd’ah. Many people have spoken against it by saying that there is no place of Hijab Day in Islam because it is simply another innovation in Islam which our Prophets and their followers never celebrated. But the question is, is Hijab Day really an innovation? Is it another form of celebration which is am imitation of the Western culture?

Before we get to that, let us first see what Bidd’ah really is. A simple definition of Bidd’ah is any sort of innovation in Islam which the Qur’an or the Sunnah has no mention of. Now let’s look at the concept of Hijab Day in more depth. To those of you who are considering Hijab Day as a day of celebration then you need to change your perception about Hijab Day because it is a day of Daw’ah towards Hijab. It is a day when Muslims all around the world come together to educate the rest of the world about Hijab, the concept behind Hijab and how it liberates a woman in Islam. So is Daw’ah an innovation?

The question then arises is that, ‘But why only one day is fixed to educate people about Hijab?’ Well, let me put it this way, many of the local mosques dedicate a time of the year during which they go for a Islamic tour to educate the ignorant about Islam or arrange Islamic lectures in their own city. Now if you’d ask them why do they fix a certain time, they will ofcourse say that it is for their own ease as well as for the ease of the visitors since we all know that when there is a fixed time people beforehand can plan and set their objectives and events accordingly. The same is the case with Hijab Day. A certain day, that is 1st of February has been set when Muslim youngsters set aside their daily tasks, classes, jobs and volunteer in their local Masjids, malls, educational institutes to educate the non-Muslims about what Hijab really is. In fact Hijab Day is also a day when we invite women of all ages to come and wear Hijab for a day, it doesn’t matter what religion they follow. The impact Hijab Day has had on people around the world is that, many Muslim women who never covered themselves have now started to conceal themselves from Non-Mahram and also many non-Muslim women have accepted Islam because they realized that Hijab doesn’t oppresses any woman but rather liberates a Muslim woman.

We all know the perception of the West regarding Hijabis and how unfairly they are treated for simply covering themselves. Hijab Day has actually made it easier for Hijabis to live more easily in the West since many of the non-Muslims now know the concept behind Hijab and also when many of the non-Muslim females had tried the Hijab for a day, they were able to realize how it feels like when people around you act strangely, stare at you or mock you just because of a simple cloth on your head and this is why they have now started respecting the Hijabis.

So I hope this must have helped to clear your thoughts about why Hijab Day is not an innovation in Islam. In my next blog post I will be sharing some tips on how to make the most of Hijab Day in your area.

JazakAllah for your precious time.

Also, I’d love to hear your opinions on Hijab Day so feel free to share it below 🙂

Inspiring To Read

It Felt Like Forever

I really wanted to get out of that drastically horrible dream. But it felt like I was trapped in a cage with lost keys. There was no way out and I had to witness the most dreadful scenario of my life.

My mother was being buried in front of my very own eyes and I was helpless as an infant. I knew it was too late. Too late to make any amendments or rectify any mistakes that I had been making for such a long time. I had been the worse son any mother could ever have in her life. The mother who had sacrificed her whole life in nurturing me, I had mocked her away because I was busy building my career. The mother who always knew what I wanted, I had become deaf to her needs at a time when she utterly needed my support. Oh, there was so much I could have done to make her life easier and happier after she had lost my father. But it’s a shame that I found better things to do then spending time with my mother. I wish there was a way to go back in time and make it all right. Oh, how I wish I could go walk back to the day I separated my home just so that I can live a life according to my own rules without any interference from my mother. To live a life where no one tells me what to do and what not to do. To live a life where I could do what I felt right without having anyone to tell me that I am wrong. And today at last Allah had answered my prayer because today my mother has finally said her farewell to me. Now no more phone calls and texts telling me when will I next meet her, asking that if my health is good or have I eaten my food, or telling me to wear warm clothing when the weather becomes cold. Now no more distractions during important meetings when she used to bother me smiley text messages just so that she could get back some attention from my end. Now no more annoying and embarrassing moments in front of friends and colleagues when she used to give me surprise visits at my office. I have got it all I wanted. I should be happy and dancing around with joy.

But I was shaking with fear, regret and embarrassment. I was fearing the loneliness in my life now, and felt sorry about being such a bad son to my mother. I was also embarrassed because I had realized it all too late. I was shaking and shaking so hard that it seemed like there was an earthquake around me. Then suddenly my eyes flew open and a lady dressed in white was hovering over me. For an instant I assumed her to be an angel. But why would an angel come to a person like me. And then slowly the reality started coming to me in bits and pieces. I was at the hospital, sitting in the lounge for the past three hours and the lady in white was standing next to me waiting for me to get hold of myself. She was the surgeon I had seen three hours ago entering my mother’s operation theatre. Oh, my mother, how must she be now. Did she made it till the end of the surgery or was my dream a reality.

I quickly stood up and rushed towards the operation theatre. I could hear the doctor calling from behind trying to catch up with my speed. As I reached the operation theatre I looked at the still closed door and the unlit red bulb on top. I wondered all sorts of possibilities that could have happened.

The doctor finally caught up, huffing and panting. I looked at her with questioning eyes. She smiled and said,

“Congratulations! The surgery was successful.”

I sighed in relief and promised myself to never ignore my mother ever again.