I didn’t care anymore because I was tired of being suppressed.
I was so suppressed that I finally put a hijab on my head and got rid of oppression in a way. A deep voice inside
Being a lesbian woman wearing a headscarf was very heavy.
It is the purest form of self-expression of a person what they wear. I couldn’t express myself for years. Being a lesbian woman wearing a
My childhood was over the day I wore a hijab.
Like most women here, I was wearing the hijab with the belief that it is my own decision. I was 11 years old. Since I
I was torn apart between what was happening and what should have been happening.
Hello, I want to share my story too. Maybe it will be a hope for some others. I had covered my hair in the summer
People will judge my decision 1 hour behind me; I live this for a lifetime.
As I read the articles here, I felt that I was not alone. I took off the hijab at this time last year. I grew
I always suppressed by the state mechanism.
I willingly veiled the day it became fardh1 for me. I was 13 years old, and the year was 2004. With the effects of February
I know that if I don’t show courage, I won’t be able to live the life that I want.
I’m not struggling with anything on the surface. However, I have my struggle on the inside, which has caused constant unhappiness, and it still does.
I feel good and say, “Yeah, that’s it” when I look at the mirror.
I am not alone, I know. There are some families, the fates of their children are written before they’re born. My life was just like
I walk by myself, but I never walk alone!
Hi. I know we’re all by ourselves here. It is because others can’t stand hearing our voices. They never wanted to listen to us, and
When people looked at me, they were only seeing my headscarf!
I knew what was expected from me; I’d already learned what’s right; I knew it was time, but it was my decision in the end.
Why was I living like in prison in my own body?
Hello. I’d like to tell you what I’ve been through just so maybe my story touches someone. It is because if I had a platform
God wouldn’t spare the wind from my hair
Hi, First of all, let me introduce myself. I’m a 34-year-old woman with a highly respected profession in the community (and I have achieved this
I’ve not let my body being humiliated, despised.
Hello, I’d like to talk about my story, too. I was born in a conservative family. My mother had always been infusing religion since I
I exist I am breathing and I will exist as I wish.
“Nothing but our faith in the fallacy of the life imposed upon us is the truth. Everything is possible since Nothing is true.” I am
Not being the person they want does not make you an unlovable person.
Even when I was a 7-year-old little girl, my father kept saying to me, “Be earnest, behave properly, don’t forget that you’re my daughter!” he
I know that courage is in you.
Have you worn bikinis when you were a child? Or swimsuits? Played in the sea until you were fulfilled? I have not. It was forbidden
The road to being an independent individual starts from leaving a group you have not felt right in.
Mine is a story that I never thought I’d share until yesterday. For those who might get bored, this will be a long one. Since
It was like reborn of myself.
I didn’t want to go out, and I didn’t want to meet new people. I was always nuddling along. This was not me. I wasn’t
I’m a daughter of an Imam, but I never wanted to wear a headscarf, never.
I was born as an imam daughter, I took this burden throughout my life, and it was cumbersome. I’m a daughter of an Imam, but
I miss flipping my hair outside and feeling my true self so much.
I am a 23 years old woman, and I have been pressured to wear headscarf until this age. There has been some violence too. Although
I disgust from those relatives and that life now.
My story is a little bit complicated. After my father passed away, we had returned to our hometown. We grew up under the patronage of
I thought of the day I said: “The wind will not blow my hair anymore.”
In the world of conservative people, the adulthood of a young girl begins when she has her first period. When I was in the sixth
I do not want to stifle my laughs.
If it helps you imagine, I have shoulder-length, dark brown, thick, and puffy hair. I have hair that I started associating with freedom over time.
We will celebrate the pleasure of being the people we want to be by collaborating.
Hi ladies. First of all, I want to start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m 20 years old, I’m a university
I was under psychological pressure to start wearing a headscarf: “It is time now, death is closer than we think!”
I’m a woman who has spent more than half of her life wearing a headscarf, had many dilemmas about it, and finally found her own