!["Provavelmente não me encaixo na noção preconcebida de uma “rebelde”. Não tenho tatuagens visíveis e nenhum piercing. Não possuo uma jaqueta de couro. De fato, quando a maioria das pessoas olha para mim, primeiro pensam algo usualmente ligado à “mulher oprimida”. Os indivíduos corajosos que tiveram a coragem de me perguntar sobre a forma como me visto geralmente têm perguntas do tipo: “Seus pais fazem você usar isso?” ou “Você não acha isso injusto?”
Há um tempo atrás, duas garotas de Montreal foram expulsas da escola por se vestirem como eu. Parece estranho que um pedaço de tecido possa causar tamanha controvérsia. Talvez o temor de que eu esteja escondendo uma Uzi debaixo dele! Claro, a questão é mais do que um mero pedaço de tecido. Sou uma muçulmana que, como milhões de outras muçulmanas no globo, escolhe usar o hijab. E o conceito de hijab[1], contrário à opinião popular, é na verdade um dos aspectos mais fundamentais de conceder poder à mulher.
Quando me cubro eu torno virtualmente impossível que me julguem de acordo com a minha aparência. Não posso ser categorizada por causa do meu poder de atração ou falta dele.
Compare isso com a vida na sociedade de hoje: estamos constantemente nos avaliando com base em nossas roupas, jóias, cabelos e maquiagem. Que tipo de profundidade pode haver em um mundo como esse? Sim, eu tenho um corpo, uma manifestação física sobre essa terra. Mas é um recipiente de uma mente inteligente e uma personalidade forte. Não é para o observador olhar com desejo ou usar em anúncios para vender de tudo, de cerveja a carros!
Por causa da superficialidade do mundo em que vivemos, as aparências são tão enfatizadas que o valor do indivíduo não conta para quase nada. É um mito que as mulheres na sociedade de hoje são liberadas! Que tipo de liberdade pode haver quando uma mulher não pode andar na rua sem que todo o aspecto de seu ser físico seja “checado”?
Quando uso o hijab me sinto segura de tudo isso. Posso ter certeza de ninguém está me olhando e fazendo suposições sobre meu caráter a partir do comprimento da minha saia. Existe uma barreira entre eu e aqueles que me explorariam. Sou primeiro e acima de tudo um ser humano, igual a qualquer homem, e não vulnerável por causa de minha sexualidade.
Uma das verdades mais tristes de nosso tempo é a questão do mito da beleza e da autoimagem feminina. Ao ler revistas populares para adolescentes, pode-se encontrar instantaneamente que tipo de corpo está na moda e qual não está. E se você tem o tipo “errado” de corpo, bem,então, você terá que mudá-lo, não é mesmo? Afinal, não há meio de você estar acima do peso e ainda ser bonita.
Olhe para qualquer anúncio. É uma mulher sendo usada para vender o produto? Que idade ela tem? Ela é bonita? O que ela está vestindo? Na maioria das vezes a mulher terá pouco mais de 20 anos, será mais alta, mais magra e mais bonita que a média e estará vestida com pouca roupa. Por que permitimos que nos manipulem dessa forma?
Quer a mulher que nasceu nos anos 90 acredite ou não, ela está sendo forçada em um molde. Está sendo coagida a se vender, a se comprometer. É por isso que temos meninas de 13 anos enfiando seus dedos na garganta e adolescentes acima do peso se enforcando.
Quando as pessoas me perguntam se me sinto oprimida, posso honestamente dizer que não. Tomei essa decisão de livre e espontânea vontade. Gosto de estar em controle da forma como as pessoas me percebem. Gosto do fato de não dar a ninguém nada para olhar e que me liberei da escravidão do pêndulo da indústria da moda e de outras instituições que exploram as mulheres.
Meu corpo é da minha conta. Ninguém pode me dizer que aparência devo ter ou se sou ou não bonita. Sei que mereço mais que isso. Também sou capaz de dizer “não” confortavelmente às pessoas que me perguntam se acho que minha sexualidade está sendo reprimida. Assumi o controle da minha sexualidade. Sou grata por não estar condenada a tentar perder/ganhar peso ou tentar encontrar o tom de batom exato que combina com minha cor de pele. Fiz escolhas sobre minhas prioridades e essas não estão entre elas.
Então, da próxima vez que me vir, não olhe para mim de forma solidária. Não estou sob coação ou sou uma escrava adoradora de homens que veio daqueles bárbaros desertos árabes!
****Hijab é a vestimenta da muçulmana que cobre todo o seu corpo, exceto o rosto e as mãos.****
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**** Hijab is the Muslim garment that covers the whole body except the face and hands. ****
A while ago, two Montreal girls were expelled from school for dressing like me. It seems strange that a piece of tissue can cause such controversy. Perhaps the fear that I'm hiding an Uzi underneath it! Of course, the issue is more than just a piece of fabric. I am a Muslim woman who, like millions of other Muslim on the globe, chooses to use the hijab. And the concept of hijab [1] Contrary to popular belief, is actually one of the most fundamental aspects of granting power to women.
When I cover myself I become virtually impossible to judge me according to my appearance. Can not be categorized because of my power of attraction or lack thereof.
Compare this to life in today's society: we are constantly evaluating us based on our clothing, jewelry, hair and makeup. What kind of depth can there be in such a world? Yes, I have a body, a physical manifestation on this earth. But it is a container of an intelligent mind and a strong personality. Not for the observer look with desire or use in advertisements to sell everything from beer to cars!
Because of the shallowness of the world in which we live, appearances are so emphasized that the value of the individual does not count for almost nothing. It is a myth that women in today's society are released! What kind of freedom can there be when a woman can not walk down the street without every aspect of your physical being is "checked"?
When I use the hijab I feel safe from all this. I make sure no one is watching me and making assumptions about my character from the length of my skirt. There is a barrier between me and those who exploit me. I am first and foremost a human being, like any man, and not vulnerable because of my sexuality.
One of the saddest truths of our time is the question of the beauty myth and female self-image. When reading popular magazines for teenagers, you can instantly find what kind of body is fashionable and what is not. And if you have the type "wrong" body, and then you will have to change it, do you? After all, there is no way for you to be overweight and still be beautiful.
Look at any advertisement. Is a woman being used to sell the product? How old is she? She is beautiful? What is she wearing? Most of the time the woman will have little more than 20 years, will be higher, thinner and more beautiful than average and will be wearing little clothing. Why do we allow them to manipulate in this way?
Whether the woman who was born in the 90's believe it or not, she is being forced into a mold. Being coerced to sell, to commit. That's why we girls 13 years sticking his fingers in the throat and overweight adolescents hanging himself.
When people ask me if I feel oppressed, I can honestly say no. Made this decision of my own free will. I like being in control of how people perceive me. I like that not give anyone anything to look at and released me from the bondage of the fashion industry pendulum and other institutions that exploit women.
My body is my business. Nobody can tell me that look I have or if I am or not pretty. I know I deserve more than that. I am also able to say "no" comfortably to people who ask me if I think my sexuality is being repressed. I took control of my sexuality. I am grateful for not being ordered to try to lose / gain weight or trying to find the exact shade of lipstick that matches my skin color. I made choices about what my priorities and these are not among them.
So next time you see me, do not look for me in solidarity. I am not under duress or am a worshiper slave of men who came of those barbarous Arab deserts!
**** Hijab is the Muslim garment that covers the whole body except the face and hands. ****
"Probably not fit into the preconceived notion of a" rebel. "I have no visible tattoos and piercing. I do not have a leather jacket. In fact, when most people look at me first think something usually connected to the" oppressed woman . "The brave individuals who had the courage to ask me about the way I dress usually have questions like:" Your parents make you wear this "or" Do not you think it unfair "?
A while ago, two Montreal girls were expelled from school for dressing like me. It seems strange that a piece of tissue can cause such controversy. Perhaps the fear that I'm hiding an Uzi underneath it! Of course, the issue is more than just a piece of fabric. I am a Muslim woman who, like millions of other Muslim on the globe, chooses to use the hijab. And the concept of hijab [1] Contrary to popular belief, is actually one of the most fundamental aspects of granting power to women.
When I cover myself I become virtually impossible to judge me according to my appearance. Can not be categorized because of my power of attraction or lack thereof.
Compare this to life in today's society: we are constantly evaluating us based on our clothing, jewelry, hair and makeup. What kind of depth can there be in such a world? Yes, I have a body, a physical manifestation on this earth. But it is a container of an intelligent mind and a strong personality. Not for the observer look with desire or use in advertisements to sell everything from beer to cars!
Because of the shallowness of the world in which we live, appearances are so emphasized that the value of the individual does not count for almost nothing. It is a myth that women in today's society are released! What kind of freedom can there be when a woman can not walk down the street without every aspect of your physical being is "checked"?
When I use the hijab I feel safe from all this. I make sure no one is watching me and making assumptions about my character from the length of my skirt. There is a barrier between me and those who exploit me. I am first and foremost a human being, like any man, and not vulnerable because of my sexuality.
One of the saddest truths of our time is the question of the beauty myth and female self-image. When reading popular magazines for teenagers, you can instantly find what kind of body is fashionable and what is not. And if you have the type "wrong" body, and then you will have to change it, do you? After all, there is no way for you to be overweight and still be beautiful.
Look at any advertisement. Is a woman being used to sell the product? How old is she? She is beautiful? What is she wearing? Most of the time the woman will have little more than 20 years, will be higher, thinner and more beautiful than average and will be wearing little clothing. Why do we allow them to manipulate in this way?
Whether the woman who was born in the 90's believe it or not, she is being forced into a mold. Being coerced to sell, to commit. That's why we girls 13 years sticking his fingers in the throat and overweight adolescents hanging himself.
When people ask me if I feel oppressed, I can honestly say no. Made this decision of my own free will. I like being in control of how people perceive me. I like that not give anyone anything to look at and released me from the bondage of the fashion industry pendulum and other institutions that exploit women.
My body is my business. Nobody can tell me that look I have or if I am or not pretty. I know I deserve more than that. I am also able to say "no" comfortably to people who ask me if I think my sexuality is being repressed. I took control of my sexuality. I am grateful for not being ordered to try to lose / gain weight or trying to find the exact shade of lipstick that matches my skin color. I made choices about what my priorities and these are not among them.
So next time you see me, do not look for me in solidarity. I am not under duress or am a worshiper slave of men who came of those barbarous Arab deserts!
**** Hijab is the Muslim garment that covers the whole body except the face and hands. ****
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A while ago, two Montreal girls were expelled from school for dressing like me. It seems strange that a piece of tissue can cause such controversy. Perhaps the fear that I'm hiding an Uzi underneath it! Of course, the issue is more than just a piece of fabric. I am a Muslim woman who, like millions of other Muslim on the globe, chooses to use the hijab. And the concept of hijab [1] Contrary to popular belief, is actually one of the most fundamental aspects of granting power to women.
When I cover myself I become virtually impossible to judge me according to my appearance. Can not be categorized because of my power of attraction or lack thereof.
Compare this to life in today's society: we are constantly evaluating us based on our clothing, jewelry, hair and makeup. What kind of depth can there be in such a world? Yes, I have a body, a physical manifestation on this earth. But it is a container of an intelligent mind and a strong personality. Not for the observer look with desire or use in advertisements to sell everything from beer to cars!
Because of the shallowness of the world in which we live, appearances are so emphasized that the value of the individual does not count for almost nothing. It is a myth that women in today's society are released! What kind of freedom can there be when a woman can not walk down the street without every aspect of your physical being is "checked"?
When I use the hijab I feel safe from all this. I make sure no one is watching me and making assumptions about my character from the length of my skirt. There is a barrier between me and those who exploit me. I am first and foremost a human being, like any man, and not vulnerable because of my sexuality.
One of the saddest truths of our time is the question of the beauty myth and female self-image. When reading popular magazines for teenagers, you can instantly find what kind of body is fashionable and what is not. And if you have the type "wrong" body, and then you will have to change it, do you? After all, there is no way for you to be overweight and still be beautiful.
Look at any advertisement. Is a woman being used to sell the product? How old is she? She is beautiful? What is she wearing? Most of the time the woman will have little more than 20 years, will be higher, thinner and more beautiful than average and will be wearing little clothing. Why do we allow them to manipulate in this way?
Whether the woman who was born in the 90's believe it or not, she is being forced into a mold. Being coerced to sell, to commit. That's why we girls 13 years sticking his fingers in the throat and overweight adolescents hanging himself.
When people ask me if I feel oppressed, I can honestly say no. Made this decision of my own free will. I like being in control of how people perceive me. I like that not give anyone anything to look at and released me from the bondage of the fashion industry pendulum and other institutions that exploit women.
My body is my business. Nobody can tell me that look I have or if I am or not pretty. I know I deserve more than that. I am also able to say "no" comfortably to people who ask me if I think my sexuality is being repressed. I took control of my sexuality. I am grateful for not being ordered to try to lose / gain weight or trying to find the exact shade of lipstick that matches my skin color. I made choices about what my priorities and these are not among them.
So next time you see me, do not look for me in solidarity. I am not under duress or am a worshiper slave of men who came of those barbarous Arab deserts!
**** Hijab is the Muslim garment that covers the whole body except the face and hands. ****
"Probably not fit into the preconceived notion of a" rebel. "I have no visible tattoos and piercing. I do not have a leather jacket. In fact, when most people look at me first think something usually connected to the" oppressed woman . "The brave individuals who had the courage to ask me about the way I dress usually have questions like:" Your parents make you wear this "or" Do not you think it unfair "?
A while ago, two Montreal girls were expelled from school for dressing like me. It seems strange that a piece of tissue can cause such controversy. Perhaps the fear that I'm hiding an Uzi underneath it! Of course, the issue is more than just a piece of fabric. I am a Muslim woman who, like millions of other Muslim on the globe, chooses to use the hijab. And the concept of hijab [1] Contrary to popular belief, is actually one of the most fundamental aspects of granting power to women.
When I cover myself I become virtually impossible to judge me according to my appearance. Can not be categorized because of my power of attraction or lack thereof.
Compare this to life in today's society: we are constantly evaluating us based on our clothing, jewelry, hair and makeup. What kind of depth can there be in such a world? Yes, I have a body, a physical manifestation on this earth. But it is a container of an intelligent mind and a strong personality. Not for the observer look with desire or use in advertisements to sell everything from beer to cars!
Because of the shallowness of the world in which we live, appearances are so emphasized that the value of the individual does not count for almost nothing. It is a myth that women in today's society are released! What kind of freedom can there be when a woman can not walk down the street without every aspect of your physical being is "checked"?
When I use the hijab I feel safe from all this. I make sure no one is watching me and making assumptions about my character from the length of my skirt. There is a barrier between me and those who exploit me. I am first and foremost a human being, like any man, and not vulnerable because of my sexuality.
One of the saddest truths of our time is the question of the beauty myth and female self-image. When reading popular magazines for teenagers, you can instantly find what kind of body is fashionable and what is not. And if you have the type "wrong" body, and then you will have to change it, do you? After all, there is no way for you to be overweight and still be beautiful.
Look at any advertisement. Is a woman being used to sell the product? How old is she? She is beautiful? What is she wearing? Most of the time the woman will have little more than 20 years, will be higher, thinner and more beautiful than average and will be wearing little clothing. Why do we allow them to manipulate in this way?
Whether the woman who was born in the 90's believe it or not, she is being forced into a mold. Being coerced to sell, to commit. That's why we girls 13 years sticking his fingers in the throat and overweight adolescents hanging himself.
When people ask me if I feel oppressed, I can honestly say no. Made this decision of my own free will. I like being in control of how people perceive me. I like that not give anyone anything to look at and released me from the bondage of the fashion industry pendulum and other institutions that exploit women.
My body is my business. Nobody can tell me that look I have or if I am or not pretty. I know I deserve more than that. I am also able to say "no" comfortably to people who ask me if I think my sexuality is being repressed. I took control of my sexuality. I am grateful for not being ordered to try to lose / gain weight or trying to find the exact shade of lipstick that matches my skin color. I made choices about what my priorities and these are not among them.
So next time you see me, do not look for me in solidarity. I am not under duress or am a worshiper slave of men who came of those barbarous Arab deserts!
**** Hijab is the Muslim garment that covers the whole body except the face and hands. ****
You want to know more about it?
Meet Our Site and Chat On Line
www.chatislamonline.org/pt
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