I am flawed. I have many flaws, too much even for me to handle. I am loud, sometimes harsh, normally fierce, seldom rude, terribly annoying, too straightforward, or in one simple sentence, I am the combination of all bad bad things. I don't want to, but this is who I am. I want to change, so much. So much that sometimes it broke me down. I want to be soft, I want to be everything that a woman should be. Hurt so many hearts, annoyed plenty of people, oh dear, trust me, I didn't mean that. Being me is just not good enough. I want to change and I know that it will cost me cosmic to change, as a manner of speaking. I just want to be good, to everyone, for myself, for my Lord. :I
Cuma sahabat.
Saya tahu saya bukannya baik, bukannya wara', bukannya maksum, bukannya segala. Tidak pernah wujud niat untuk memberi kamu harapan atau seumpamanya. Tidak pernah berniat mempermainkan perasaan manusia yang saya kasihi sebagai sahabat. Kamu membuat andaian atas sesuatu yang tidak utuh. Kalau melayan kamu sepertimana saya melayan sahabat yang lain itu dikatakan cinta, ya itu cinta kepada sahabat, tapi maaf, bukan cinta seperti yang kamu inginkan. Bukannya kamu tidak cukup baik, tidak cukup segala, tapi rasa kasih dan sayang itu kiriman Dia. Dia hanya mengirimkan rasa itu atas nama sahabat, bukan selainnya. Maaf andai perbuatan saya selama ini ada yang menyentuh jiwa, mengguris perasaan. Katamu, kamu mengerti saya ini seperti apa. Kalau benar begitu, kamu tidak akan membenarkan perasaan aneh itu menginap dihati kamu. Tapi abaikan. Letakkan salah itu pada saya, mungkin segalanya salah saya, bukan kamu. Sudah beberapa kali saya tegaskan namun kamu tetap begitu. Bagaimana lagi harus saya terangkan. Mungkin salah cara saya menerangkannya. Maaf. Sekali lagi maaf. Kalau ada sesuatu yang boleh saya lakukan untuk memperbaikinya, akan saya lakukan. Jodoh itu rahsia Tuhan. Mungkin bukan sekarang, tapi siapa tahu. Mungkin juga bukan sampai bila-bila, mungkin juga untuk kamu itu telah dipersiapkan yang lebih baik dari saya. Maaf. :)
Fate.
Peluang kedua jarang hadir.
Jangan sia-siakan.
Jangan biar aku lelah tersungkur lagi.
Sekali cukup merapuh aku, jangan ditempa lagi kerapuhan ini.
Tapi.
Aku akur andai kamu untuk aku.
Aku terima seadanya.
Aku juga redha andai kamu bukan untuk aku.
Aku terima apa adanya.
Luh Mahfuz menyimpan sejuta rahsia.
Ya mungkin kali ini rahsia aku bakal dicerita.
Dan mungkin juga kali ini rahsia aku masih utuh sebagai rahsia. :)
Imagine stepping outside every day—your body and face in complete concealment from the rest of the world, with only a slit exposing your eyes to see where you are going. A life devoted to the constant worship of God, through extremely modest dressing.
This is the life that twenty-six-year-old Noor B. lives every day. This is the life of a niqaabi (nɪˈkɑːbee), a woman who wears the niqaab or Islamic face veil.
It is lunch time and Noor is on break from the weekend intensive seminar she is taking entitled: Islamic Code of Ethics. The lounge is flooded with young women: some wearing head scarves and jeans, other’s robed with complete face veils. Greetings of Assalamu Alaykum (Peace be upon you) are exchanged as the women eat and eagerly discuss the new information they have acquired from the seminar.
Noor sits with her back facing the exit door. She does not want to take the chance of a man seeing her face when the door opens. She explains that it is generally okay to take off her veil in front of other Muslim women and close male relatives, but in this instance she was in a public area and did not want to take a risk.
Dressed in an all black niqaab and jilbaab (a looser outer garment that covers the entirety of a woman’s body) all I can see are the creases on the corner of her eyes indicating her nervous smile. She does not think she is worthy of being interviewed and apologizes for eating while I conduct the interview. She lifts the black veil, takes a bite of her egg roll and then lets the veil fall back in its place as she finishes chewing. She makes sure to tell me one of her biggest challenges is eating. “It’s so hard!” And with the same process of lifting her veil for each bite, one can only imagine how tedious it can be. Eating is not her only problem though, as she tells me that finding places to purchase her niqaab’s and jilbaab’s are not easy, especially given her petite figure. “I got this one from Saudi Arabia, and I had to hem it like 6-inches! …And when I shop in the [Islamic] stores in Brooklyn, they are so expensive.” She tells me she likes the black ones because they draw less attention than a brightly colored outfit would.
Noor began wearing the niqaab six months ago when she went to Mecca for ‘Umrah, a pilgrimage that can be performed any time throughout the year. “Seeing all these women in niqaab, I was like, what am I doing?” So she took the next step—completely veiling her face and body. When she came back to her hometown of Brooklyn, NY she received mixed reactions.
It was no surprise to Noor’s mother who is already a niqaabi, but her friends were not as supportive. “I had friends who didn’t understand the super-change I was going through. It was mostly my non Muslim and non practicing Muslim friends who were surprised.” Although she has remained sociable with her friends, she admits these friendships are not the way they used to be.
She explains that the issue of niqaab as an obligation or an option has been the crux of the debate amongst Islamic scholars. “But if you study the Qur’an [Holy Book in Islam] and the Sunnah [the examples/teachings of the Prophet Muhammad], we find that Allah commands the wives of the Prophet to cover themselves.” She tells me the wives of the Prophet were considered the best and purest women of all time, and covering was considered an act of modesty and submission to God’s command. “If this act of veiling was made obligatory for the best women ever created, then it must be fard (obligatory) for us…What would lead me to believe I’m better than them?”
She then begins to recall the moments that led to her decision of veiling. “Another turning point in my life was a [marriage] proposal that I received. The guy wanted to marry a niqaabi woman and my initial reaction was: I am not the one you want.” But after reading up on the issues and reasoning behind the niqaab, something changed, “…and I found this was something that I wanted to do.” She explains it was something of an epiphany, and this feeling of increased faith is what prepared her for a life changing alteration.
We briefly shift into the topic of marriage and she tells me that young Muslims are always eager to marry. “It’s what prevents lusts from turning into immoral acts, like premarital sex…Anything that leads to desire, even too much looking [at the opposite sex] is considered unrighteous and un-Islamic.” This is why the marriage proposal from a man she did not know, did not seem unusual or out of the ordinary. She tells me the criteria for Islamic marriages, is that the aspiring spouse should be very religious. “He knew my dad, and asked for my hand in marriage…and that was it.”
Noor says she disagrees with people who say change is gradual, because for her, change happened almost instantaneously. “I went from wearing the hijaab (Islamic head scarf) with fitted jeans, to wearing the niqaab and big jilbaabs… [Before], I never even studied Islam when I was in hijaab.” And in this short transition period, she recalls the longing she felt to fulfill her duty as a Muslim woman.
“Every time I saw a niqaabi I was jealous. I would stare at each and every one of them thinking, why can’t I please Allah (God) the way she pleases Allah?”
MashaAllah. This one big dream of mine. Make it possible Ya Allah. Help me.
An-Nur : Ayah 26 : 'Vile women are for vile men and vile men are for vile women. Good women are for good men and good men are for good women. Such are innocent of that which people say, for them is a pardon and a bountiful provision.'
The hidden message is, let's stop looking for the right one but prepare ourselves to be the right one. :)
The hidden message is, let's stop looking for the right one but prepare ourselves to be the right one. :)
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