- You won't walk alone

My hair finally met the wind.

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

When I’m in my hometown, I walk in the streets as if I’m a criminal because I’m afraid that a friend from college will see me.

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

I am 14, and I regret everything.

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

I don’t want to bear any responsibility for the things I’m not sure of.

I tried to write my feelings down many times, but then I just burst into tears. I tore all the pages out so that my

I want to be able to love myself anymore.

Hello everyone. When I was 11 years old, I was influenced by my friends to wear hijab, and I’ve kept doing it for years. I

I told my father, “I don’t want to be a hafiz” — this was my first rebellion against my father.

I don’t remember at what age it began. Since 4th grade, my father would call me, my big sister, and my small sister by his

I’m a 14-year-old girl, but my clothing makes me feel like an old woman.

Hello. My hijab story began when I had my first period. I started wearing a hijab with the push of my mother. It didn’t matter

I paid the price of my freedom with loneliness.

I was born in a religious family in the mid 90’s. Because of our traditions, I was performing my prayer and fasting worship without question.

When my dad saw us in the hijab, he said, “Now you look like decent human beings.”

Hi, I am one of the many women who wanted to fly, but her wings got broken. My family is very religious and full of

My mother wants me to live my life according to her wishes.

This is not a success story. But I will succeed. I am 15 years old, yet I cannot believe how I could live for 15

Religion and cult have always been the biggest priority of my parents.

Sometimes I tell myself that I wish I had started to wear hijab at 16. This way, at least I could remember the feeling of

The pressure in the name of religion has dramatically begun to bother me.

Hello everyone. To be honest, I don’t even know where to begin. I am deeply exhausted and hurt. I am scared to be one of

It was also nice to finally realize that all of these fears were pointless.

I tried to tell my story before, but it was left unfinished. I feel ready to complete it now. My story might be more straightforward

Everyone around me knows that I cover my body unwillingly because of my parents.

I’ve grown up in a conservative family, but I will never be the girl they ask me to be. I had been forced to study

I underwent psychological violence from my father for 9 years to ‘correct’ my hijab.

Hello, most of the time, my heart cannot bear reading the things written here. I am 24, and I see girls who are passing through

I started to stammer with the impact of fear.

Hello. I’m writing this as a person who has read all the letters written here. I got my period in 5th grade when I was

The things that I had believed throughout my life sounded like just mythology.

Hello. I’m not writing this to help someone. I’m writing this because I need help and I have nobody to talk about this situation. I

Why was I wearing a headscarf, I had no idea anymore.

I unconsciously started to wear a hijab at the age of 12-13. My family did not literally force me, but I was raised with fears

I couldn’t please anyone even though I became a hijabi.

Hello, I was born as a child of an extremely religious family. They always told me I will be a hijabi someday. They made me

Don’t include me in your own life, decisions, and your merits.

Actually, this is the third time I am writing on this blog. I hope my dream will have a happy ending. I am not different

I lived half of my life, caring about what people would say.

Now, you will read my life story. I am the second child out of three. I can’t remember how or what I have been thinking

The thing that I felt the deficiency of was just a little support.

I didn’t grow up in a radical Islamist family. I’m the daughter of a father who performs the worships of Islam while living his life,

No young girl should be forced to go through all this because she has a conservative family, while her peers suffer pangs of love.

For exactly one month and eight days, I am the person I want to be. I became free. I didn’t forget the burden I had

You won't walk alone