Recently I came across a local TV personality’s blog post and her transition towards donning the Hijab. And it got me thinking how I was once in a similar position.
She told herself that one day she will don the Hijab and she will do it after…:
“I will do it after I finish JC..”
“I will do it once I enter NIE…”
“I will do it once I graduate from NIE..”
“I will do it on my first day as a teacher…”
“I will do it once I get married…”
“I will do it once I have a baby…”
“I will do it when I turn 25..”
“I will do it during Ramadhan..”
“I will do it on New Year..”
Alas she said: “I have accepted that there will never be a perfect day….that right moment.”
How true her words are. There can never be a right moment for donning the Hijab and I would have been in the same position, always procrastinating if not for my parents. Especially my very strict father.
I used to think that my youngest sister had it the easiest as she went to a Madrasah and all, if not, most of her friends wears the tudung.
Whereas I went to circular school and was wearing short skirts for more than 10 years of my life. Transitioning from the short school skirt to the tudung was never easy.
When I wanted to go out with my friends, I always argued with my mum why I had to wear the tudung. I never understood this compulsory obligation.
I wanted to feel the wind in my hair, dress as how my peers dressed back then. Heck, I even envied them sometimes. Furthermore, I always thought to myself that I was too young to be wearing one. I thought that maybe one day when I am much older and wiser, I will take the initiative of wearing the tudung myself. Alhamdulillah that didn’t happen.
Instead, I bit my tongue and continued wearing the tudung even though sometimes I was reluctant to. I even heard plenty of jokes around me about women wearing the Hijab or tudung but that never faltered me.
One of the reasons why I rarely faltered was because my very strict parents enforced it on me and my sisters. On top of that, most of female cousins wears the tudung as well. They were my pillar of support and never made one of us feel awkward about our tudung insecurities.
Finally, my numerous trips to the Holy land, Makkah, sealed the deal.
Now, I wouldn’t want to wonder what would or could have happened or how different my life would be had I not continue to wear the tudung.
Today I embrace this obligation of Allah’s with open arms as not many people are given the Hidayah to fulfill this obligation. But that doesn’t mean I can’t observe this obligation fashionably and stylishly. Hehe. 
Shawl from Magnifique Closet | Sleeveless dress from Mod Cloth | Denim Jacket from Bershka | Pants from Uniqlo | Flats from Tory Burch | Agnes B Tote
I am finally here thanks to my very strict parents. My father may not read this but my mum sometime does. Mak and Abah, I am who I am because of the two of you and I am thankful for all the things you’ve done for me. I can never repay the sacrifices you’ve made. 
I’ve got it covered. When will it be your turn?
P.S. Ms Nura J, if you’re reading this, you’re looking great and may Allah continue to bless us with his Rahmat and keep us on the right path. Amin!
There’s also Ibrahim Taro, another cousin’s little boy – who celebrated his first Eid.
With so many little children around, Eid definitely is an exciting family affair – loads of feasting and screaming.
This is Asyura, all dolled-up in a pair of sunnies, white baju kurung, and a matching flower hair clip.
So it’s more orange. Yeah yeah!
But seriously everyone, do not forget about the true meaning of Eid – a celebration of relationships and victory.
