
According to them I am 4 out of 4 but will turn into 3 out of 4 if I take the hijab off.
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 took off the hijab I wore on March 18, 2016, on November 21, 2016.
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

I was stronger than them; I was the one who reads more and research more.
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

It offended me that everyone except me had a say on my body.
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,

I was beaten when I was 10 for painting one of my nails.
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

While believing in God who says, “Abstain from hate!” my dad would say we should burn them all when he sees a non-veiled woman in the streets.
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

I don’t want people to say “You are a hijabi it is haram.” when I sing.
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 70% government-sponsored a foundation dormitory closed its dorms door to my face because I left studying theology.
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

I thank my parents, who made a six-year-old girl a warrior.
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

Wearing a headscarf has been something that I never want to do throughout my life.
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.

When I return to my hometown, I never go out because I don’t want to cover my hair.
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

I will open a new page in my life even though my mother will write me off when I do this.
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

I can’t marry again to throw off the hijab.
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 returning home from school as fast as I could just to take off my headscarf.
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

My parents always reminded me that I would wear hijab one day and start to work after graduating from middle school.
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

Should I have to wait for the marriage to be free?
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

The moment I get into university, I will release my hair and share my photo with you.
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

We were traitors who let down those who fought for us on February 28th.
“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

I wore a ferace not to be like women wearing a headscarf unwillingly.
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

I realized that fear was the primary emotion of all of us, and I thought you needed this letter.
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

One day, my teacher asked the boys in the class, “When you are married, what do you prefer, a woman in hijab or not?”
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

If you ask, they say, “We did not pressure.”
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

I am interested in music, but my family is against it too.
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

My mother prays that I don’t get into university.
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

I can define myself as an atheist bisexual.
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

I wanted to become a vegetarian. Why did Qurban have to be a compulsory religious duty?
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

This was the environment I was raised in: a cruel dad and a mother who didn’t say anything.
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

I felt isolated.
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

I realized that the world doesn’t have only an Islamic basis.
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