At the age of 14, when I decided to go to religious vocational high school of my own accord, I started to wear hijab voluntarily, as well. I grew up in a conservative family, my big sister, mother, and most of our relatives were

I did. I knew the reactions that I would get, despite this, I risked everything and did it. Either I was going to give up or my family were. I wish they would say “It is your life, your decisions”, but thing were not that

Hello. I procrastinated writing here for a long time, but I think that my experiences and what I feel about them are sufficiently brewed now and ready to be served. Now, I start telling my story. I got in the hijab at the age of

Now I’ll pour my heart out to you. I’m 16 years old. My father is an extremely religious and oppressive person, you’ll understand that from what I’ll tell you. My father took me from school and sent me to an informal course, when I was

Hello. I don’t know if I can support someone about some topics. We are six siblings – two boys, four girls. I’m 17 years old right now and I’m the 5th child of the house. I never wore shorts when I was little. I didn’t

I was born into a family of which the mother’s side gives importance to religion, and the father’s side to shame. I had my religious education from my mother’s family, and since 12, I experienced different types of pressure like “Don’t do that, don’t wear

I was only 9 years old and I think I was in the 4th grade. I used to go to a Quran course first, then I went to school. One day, I decided that I wanted to be like the teachers at the course and

            I am writing here with a small success. I have been following the platform for about 2 years. Once, while I was reading letters of other’s, my father saw it too and he said platforms like this only aims to mislead us then we

            After reading the lives of so many people like my life, After, reading the lives of so many people here, like my life, I thought it was my turn to write. I feel pitty for myself and people who have life like mine. The

            Yes, I am one of these girls who were played to wear the hijab because of group of people who keep saying “Girl reach puberty must wear the hijab, what can we even do if our precious people who has XY chromosome become seduce

            Hello friends. Today I will tell my story and I need people who had these kinds of problems like me and got over them. I would like to be friends and also listen to your experiences.             I start to wear the hijab when

Hi everyone. My story started in 2015. I was in the first grade of high school back then. My mother is a hijab woman and belongs to a religious order. My father is also a religious person. After wearing the hijab, she forced our family

I am the first daughter of a crowded and conservative family. I am the most rebellious, craziest, and most glaring child of a family that uses Islam only to cover and suppress women. Until today, they couldn’t make me do anything that I didn’t want

I was born into a conservative family. Both my mother and father had lived their youth and turned to a conservative lifestyle in their 30’s, but still, they had a hollow religious understanding. Even though I didn’t directly experience pressure about performing salat and veiling,

I covered my hair for the love of my dad. Yes, I veiled myself so that my father, my family, my relatives, and everybody else would love me. I was a 15-years-old high school student. I wasn’t forced to veil, but the words like “you

Hello. I am one of the girls who write on this platform and face oppression from their dad. People in my circle are so religious that they don’t see anything else besides religion. They don’t care if people are happy or not. The only important

I urge everybody who is reading this story to write their opinions. Hello, I am 16 and I am a high school junior. It is a religion-based school. One year ago, I made a decision; it was something that I had been thinking about since

I wanted you to listen to a girl who had fought for her freedom and won instead of fearing oppression this time. I was a girl who was sent to a religion-based school at 14 without knowing what is happening. Honestly, I didn’t want go

I am the 7th child of a Muslim family. Don’t get me wrong; I am someone who grew up in her corner. I am not sure if I could even be counted as their child.  My father didn’t allow me to go outside when I

Hello. I want to write this for a long time but don’t know how to begin. Today I feel like I can do it now. I started to wear the headscarf with my family’s pressure when I finished the second grade of high school. Actually,

Since my childhood, I have been living with people who think if a woman doesn’t wear a headscarf, she is immoral. They defend that abuses and rapes are happening because of women wearing pants and shorts. They say a woman with a boyfriend goes wrong,

Hello, I want to bare my soul to you. I’m a 14 years old girl in the 10th grade. I started to wear a headscarf nearly four years ago. In the Quran course I went to after I had finished 4th grade, people always told

Hello everyone. When I was in the 8th grade, I began to wear hijab, but the truth was, I never really intended to do it. I was looking awful with the hijab, and I was not feeling comfortable both physically and mentally. I completely felt

I don’t know where to begin, but I must tell you this; I won.  In the 8th grade, I was forced to wear hijab; but things happened so quickly that I didn’t even understand what was going on back then. When my parents asked me

I’m a firstborn daughter whose youth has been controlled by her parents’ religious and close-minded ideas. I have three more little sisters. When I was younger, I dream of being a fairy tale writer or theater actress but on the contrary, my parents’ dreams were

Hello. I started to cover my hair in the 8th grade because of my parents’ psychological violence and the fear of burning in hell. When I was studying in an Islamic Imam Hatip High School, I kind of enjoyed the idea of hijab; although I

I’m telling my story in my room, my eyes filled with tears. This may be long; please hear what I have been through and don’t get bored. My mother’s side is religious; on the other hand, my father’s side is a family that constantly wears

“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.I will let the wind bathe my bare head.” Arthur Rimbaud I had a lost

I don’t know where to start. Let me tell you from the beginning. It all started when I was in the 8th grade. My mother talked about a religious channel and told me to watch it. So I started watching it, and then I started