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

Hello! I had been able to write a letter here before, and I have been waiting to write the second letter since the first was published. It was meant to be today. I have read many what different people wrote and understood that our primary

After I took off my hijab, I was treated like I was irreligious. I studied high school in a district of the city that I live in. My family was in the center. Even though my school was an Anatolian High School, the administration was

I am following you every day, reading the posts. There are so many parallel lives, ruined dreams. Yes, I am one of them. I am 26 years old. Six years before, I veiled on my own will. Thinking they will force me to veil, I

I veiled in the 6th grade; now I am in the 9th grade. All of my cousins were going to religious vocational school, and by saying, “the only one who does not go is you,” they were trying to humiliate me. I decided to go

Hello, I’m a 17-years-old young girl. But I’m still a child, according to my family. I think I worked very hard to make them accept that I have grown up. Like many of those who write to this website, my family is a religious one

Hello, I am 17. There were a lot of problems that have been on my mind for a long time. Now, I can define myself as an atheist bisexual. My family is Muslim, and they put their noses into what I wear. Maybe I wasn’t

In the 8th grade, I willingly started performing salat. I wanted to be a better Muslim, and fulfilling my religious duties made me happy. My looks were unfitting when I started high school. People didn’t believe that I was a Muslim. This bothered me a

I am tired, I am drained, but giving up is not a thing for me. I can’t decide what I should start with; my dad walking over my mother just because of a meal, pulling her hair hard, grabbing her arm, and trying to throw

Hello everyone. My story is neither a success nor failure story; it is in purgatory. I am a 23-year-old college student. After graduating from the 8th grade, I made my own decision to wear a hijab. I always went to summer Quran courses when I

Hello everyone. I read most of your stories, and mostly I saw myself in these stories. My story is just like yours. Let’s talk about it, and I will talk about my story about taking off my headscarf, which has been a big problem that

I did it, guys. My hair finally met the wind. I did it, yes. I am the 11 years old little girl who covered her hair with a headscarf with a blue hair clip, without knowing what it means. When I first wrote here, I

Hello. As it was the case for most of you, “family” used to mean to me people whose every opinion I had to accept and who I was sure were right. I was 13 when I got in the hijab. Then, I was going to

It is probably a little too long, I am sorry, but I would be happy if it gets shared either way. My father is religious and oppressive. Every time we argue, he threatens me with taking away my phone or making me drop out of

I am Nazlı. I am 18. My journey of Imam-Hatip, a religious school, started because of my father’s stubbornness and my headscarf journey started with enthusiasm at the age of 11. Already at the age of 5, my math teacher emphasized the necessity of a

I have been following this site for a while, which has been the most encouraging thing for me. I hope I can encourage people who need it. My story has begun in the 7th grade. I was studying in an Imam Hatip secondary school. My

My family is entirely religious. They have been forcing me to worship since I was seven, and I have been pretending as I do. When I was 10, even my period didn’t start, they prohibited me from wearing t-shirts and pants. They wanted me to

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,