I am a girl who wasn’t sent to high school by her father.
Hello. I don’t remember how I discovered this website; it has been a long time and I forgot its existence. Tonight, I was into my inner thoughts, hoping to find some encouragement, but suddenly I felt the urge to pour out. Hello once again to
I told myself, “You are not the strong woman you want to be.”
Hello. I don’t know how I should begin. First, I want to state that, you have been a light of hope to me. I was speechless most of the time I read the stories. There were many stories like mine, but I wanted to write
According to my family’s mentality, I deserve to die.
Are this society and this mentality hostile to the female body that I have, or is it an enemy to me? Hello to everyone. Let me start by introducing myself. I am a 20-year-old, alive, and kicking young girl with high energy. I experienced an
My dad kept us up all night reading Quran verses, giving examples from February 28th.
Hello, I also want to write my story. I am 19 years old and I obviously have a conservative family. My twin and I knew that we would get into hijab one day. Ever since we were little, we went to Quran courses. We decided
Why do verses about women have different meanings while everyone interprets a verse about men in the same way?
Hello, I wanted to write too. Maybe you will help encouraging me. I’m 20 years old. I’ve been a hijabi for about four years. I made my decision in the summer holiday of 10th grade. Obviously, this decision was not suitable for me, I am
I can’t live like this.
I’m writing this for my family. I’m upset. You see this but don’t care because you know that my happiness will bother you. I know that I make you feel uncomfortable, but you don’t have any idea that your pressure on me makes me disgusted
I want to continue the search for a belief while not representing a religion.
Hello, I am a 17-year-old high school senior. It all started when I was 11 years old. I had passed the 5th grade and had finished primary school. I had to choose a secondary school. My family did not force me on this. I went
I have been raised like this since my childhood; I mean I already knew that I have to cover my hair one day.
Hello. I didn’t think of writing here before I lost all hope. Maybe it would be more enjoyable to read a girl’s letter who thinks that she will achieve everything she wants but I’m sorry. They made me give up all my hope and I
Thinking about taking my hijab off was a mental illness according to my family.
I’ve been thinking about how to write for a long time, eventually I decided to write whatever comes to my mind. 3 years ago, I became a hijabi willingly, but I started to feel uncomfortable after a while. I started questioning if I really wanted
They say women are valuable, that’s why they should be covered. I’m upset with this value, what kind of a value is this?
Excuse my spelling errors, I’m a foreigner who learned Turkish and I might have written incoherently. I want to tell my own veiling and unveiling story on this website. I’m the daughter of a religious family and I’m a senior at college. I’m 23. There
I am not even a Muslim, yet I am forced to wear the hijab.
I explained to them how I wanted to take off my hijab. 3 times, politely, I even sobbed and cried in their presence. “It upsets me dad.” I told him. “Doesn’t matter. It’s more important that you cover yourself.” he told me. I realized then
Those around me saw women who did not wear the hijab as immoral.
My family told me “You can’t take your hijab off, all our relatives wear it!”. I was sent to a Religious Middle School & High School. I didn’t want to. Every summer I was sent to a Qur’an courses, also against my will. Those around
“You’re possessed by a demon.”
“Each time a woman stands up for herself, she stands up for all women.” The above quote is from Maya Angelou, who always cheers me up with her “Come on, take action!” punchlines; I wanted to begin on a hopeful note. Each person is a
I thought if I started wearing the hijab, my dad would talk to me too.
Hello. I’m sorry that I don’t have the courage to tell you my name. I think this place is full of people like me who can’t live their own lives, who have to live in a way that others dictate. I never wanted to wear
In the religion-based school, I had to fight over my clothing.
I’m only 16 years old but I wanted to write to you because my story feels similar. I’ve been forbidden from having any contact with boys since I was 4 or 5. If I were to hold a boy’s hand, I’d be accused of harlotry
They used to beat my older sister to force her to veil.
Hi there, there is no way out in my story. I shouldn’t be pessimistic about my situation, but I don’t know what to do either. When I was only 4 years old my parents sent me to special daycares where they would teach religious doctrines.
Dressing up as I wish shouldn’t be a sin deserving hell.
Hi. I am writing because, you know what, everything that connects me to life flew away one by one. I am someone who has been to religious boarding schools since age of 6 and who had been made to wear headscarf- even before getting my
My dad turned around and suddenly took my headscarf off.
Hi. I was watching a YouTube video about unveiling and someone recommended me this platform. I didn’t realize before that there were so many people sharing the same story. It was the summer of 5th grade that I decided to cover my hair at an
Had I not been married; I wouldn’t have been going to college.
Hi, I am 28 years old and I took my headscarf off 2 years ago. My veiling story has begun after I had my child. I got married, by my choice, when I was 18. Don’t be mad that I got married at an early
My father said, “It is your decision, but I don’t want you to take off your hijab.”
Hello everyone. Writing here was not in my mind, but after I saw the posts, I wanted to write, as well. I became a hijabi in 8th grade with my own will. It was allowed to wear hijab in my school, for that reason, I
I’ve been playing a hypocritical game for about a year.
Hello, I’ve been following this site for a long time, but I couldn’t find the strength to write these. But now I can write because I believe that I can’t feel any worse than this. I was born into a Muslim family. When I was
Why should I hide what has been given to me underneath layers of veil?
This is a platform I’ve been following for almost two years. This is a platform I sometimes enter for crying and sometimes for being filled with hope. In 2 years, I saw how my closest ones could hurt me. I’ve been excluded from my family
First time in years, I have done something for myself: I took my hijab off.
I had written here two years ago. I was 17. First time in years, I have done something for myself: I took my hijab off despite all those oppression. When no one has gone through the same things you are going through, you feel alone
When I entered the university, my father said, “Either you wear a hijab, or you are not going.”
This is a letter of struggle. I come from a family that thinks they are religious. I always resisted their hijab coercions, but when I entered the university, my father said, “Either you become a hijabi, or you are not going.” I resisted so much,
Did making the best decision for my own life disappoint them?
I’m the first child of the house and I have two brothers. Ever since I was little, my relationship with my mother was never good. I would always say that she loves me, but she doesn’t show it; it was hard for me to face
I did not wear hijab for God’s sake for once in five years.
I’m a 20-year-old college student. Under pressure from my parents, I wore hijab the day I started high school, and I have lost my own identity since. I’m not myself anymore. I did not wear hijab for God’s sake for once in five years. My
I realized that it wasn’t enough for me to listen to people who share my destiny anymore.
I discovered this platform about a year ago. It was around the time I was searching for people to share my emotions with as I was looking for a way out from the suffocation of this hijab during my preparations for the university entrance exam.
They had “grounded” me so that men wouldn’t get electricity from me.
Hello, I accidentally discovered your website today, and as I read what people who are so much like me went through, I spent the whole day reading your website. I’ve been reading since yesterday. I’m really glad that you are so supportive of each other.
Let my freedom be the only infinite thing.
Can you hear the wind? It approaches calmly and silently. My eyelids are starting to open; my numb and dry glances hit against the damp and wet walls… I lift my head, unaware of anything. Every mirror I show my face breaks, I stand up