Let me be frankly honest with you folks. I am completely and utterly in love with us: our hijabs, our niqabs, and our khimars. I love our unmistakably Muslim identity, and how we proudly assume it. I love my sisters in all their diversity, and I’m left forever in awe of their resilience, their courage, and their inner strength. I look at the quiet beauty that is ours, and I can’t help but feel sorry for those who are too blind—or too bitter—to understand it. I love how we assume our womanhood without compromise, neither subservient nor rebellious. Yes, I am completely and utterly in love with us.
My sisters stand strong in the eye of the storm, forever imbued with dignity and wisdom. Like a million stars shining brightly in the firmament, they illuminate the world with their modesty. No rocks, no bullets, no words uttered in hatred can dim the light that is theirs. They hurl ugliness at them, try to soil their pride, and rob them of their humanity; but my sisters remind them instead of what nobility, and self-respect look like. Yes, I am completely and utterly in love with us.
A million lies shouted from the greatest heights fall down on them like a torrential rain, and yet my sisters remain unmoved and unchanged. Every lie hits them with the force of a thousand razors, and yet my sisters—although injured—remain firm on their path. I look at them, glistening in the morning light, and I am reminded of how privileged I am to call myself a Muslimah. Yes sisters, I am completely and utterly in love with us.
What is a moment in this world for those who dream of eternity? Whirlwinds come and go, but Muslimahs remain forever a reminder that without a convenant with God, life is but an exercice in futility. The past, the present, and the future converge to find their axis in the unflinching commitment of my sisters. Yes my beloved Muslimahs, I am completely and utterly in love with us.