The quarantine process ruined me mentally.

It’s been almost one year since I took off my headscarf, but this was very hard for me to do. My family always expected me to wear a headscarf. I did it because I wanted to make them happy. I was so little, in my

No one believes that my parents did these.

I also want to share my story with you. I was 11 years old when I began to wear a headscarf. When I turned 12, my clothes started to make me unhappy, which became the reason I stopped going out. My father told me, “You

“We had given you a long notice, that’s it.”

Hello, I’m 14 years old and the daughter of a conservative family. I’ve just discovered this website and saw that I’m not alone. I want to write my own story as well. I wanted to wear a headscarf when I was little. All the women

The Rotten Apples That Follow Her Nose.

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

I wish I grew up far from my relatives.

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’m 14 years old and I don’t want it.

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

The hijab should have been a choice.

            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