They rejected “the real me.”  I don’t know if you also write about those who lost the struggle, but today I am one of them. My name does not belong to me, neither the life I live nor the appearance I have. I am 22,

It was staggering to see that a platform like this exists and how many women experienced it. I was touched. I thought we were the minority, if not alone. Let me tell you my story, but it was not a success, and it couldn’t finish.

Hello. I’m a woman who has her hair covered for 15 years. I grew up in a conservative family. Even though no one from my family pressured me, one day, I thought about an outfit that my grandmother once gave me, “This is for covered

Last night, I realized so much. If I were to summarize it in one sentence, I realized that my father considered me worthless. I resisted this thought; I tried a lot to think otherwise, but, in the end, I couldn’t make him love me. I

Hello, I’m writing at 05:30 in the morning, I hope I’m not bothering you. Let me cut it short and talk about my problem. I’m 15 years old. Last year, I was forced by my father to get in the hijab. This process began in

I’m 19 years old; I was 14 when I started wearing a headscarf and 7 when I was told I should do my prayers. I remember my first prayers clearly. The eagerly performed prayers with my sister and the happiness when our mother gifted us

Hello there. I am 23 years old, I graduated from the university and can stand on my own feet, gained financial power. When I saw people like me here and read what they shared, I wanted to write. I grew up in a partly conservative

First, I’d like to clarify this; it might take some time to tell my story that I’ve been keeping to myself for a long time, so; pardon me.  My family is conservative, too, just like the rest of the families in the other letters. They

I don’t know. I really don’t know how to start my life’s story. My story is not a salvation story. It’s a story of a little girl’s dreams shattered with a hammer. That girl never had the chance to collect pieces of her dreams. She

I write to encourage others. Like everyone else, I grew up in a conservative family. Even though I did not experience any pressure to wear a headscarf, I had a lot of pressure on a disguise. University is over, and I started working life. When

Nine years… I don’t know where to start.  Let me put it this way. I began to wear the hijab when I was eight years old because my older sister and my mother were with the hijab, then I regretted it. When I brought up

Hello. Earlier, I sent another letter here before, and when I sent that letter, I thought that there is no way out; I was torturing myself with my thoughts. But I understood that it is not hard to achieve that if I believe in myself,

Hello, I’m a 17 years old high school senior. Like everyone, who shared their stories here, I covered my hair without thinking ahead. I was only 9 when first covered my hair; it was the summer break of 4th grade I remember.   My mother

Hello. Whoever you are, I want to tell you about myself today because I have many things that are not disclosed. If you feel close to me, I will be happy to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, so please mention it in the comments.

I haven’t opened this subject to anyone before; I lived whatever I wanted, without consulting anyone, but now I intend to convey something to the people here. My father’s family was very oppressive and all the girls in his family are wearing a headscarf. I

I began questioning my life. Everything and everyone in my life. Maybe, I was afraid that they will judge me if I don’t wear headscarf. I’m angry at myself for wasting the best times of my life unhappy and in desperation, and for making such

I was going to an Imam Hatip School1 when I was in middle school, which was the only reason I wore a headscarf. I was influenced by the people I met there. I covered my hair for the first time when I was in the

Hello everyone! Actually, my story goes back to my childhood like most people here. My father is a devout muslim, so much that he reads Quran, performs salat in his free time. My mother only performs the mandatory religious duties and is a more optimistic