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The Dress of Queens

April 14, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Something of old forgotten queens

Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk…”

We have discursively brought ourselves to the same place others have tried to take us.  But this is a message to the world that I pray to God I will wear this emblem of my faith until my dying breath.  Others have died for it, raised single fists for it, stayed barred at home for it, wept for it when masters stripped it from their heads. I  can’t say I’ve done the same, but the least I will do is pin it under my chin and flip one side to the back before I take to my morning.

No matter what people say, it’s not about them.  It’s not a judgment on others, a vehicle for political agency, or an expression of internalized oppression.  These are words people use when they are on the outside of something looking in.  In truth, it has nothing to do with you, for you or about you, and everything to do with a much more Sacred Relationship.  You think you know its secret, but that is only whispered to the one who wears it with a sincere heart and an eye towards Unseen things.

Gangsters tattoo teardrops on their faces for every person they’ve killed. Some wear a band of metal around their finger to symbolize constancy and fidelity.  Mourning their loved ones, some wear black or white, respectively.  Yellow for cheer, black for sobriety, earth tones for calm and pastels for femininity.  LV on your bag for success and red on the bottom of your shoes for style.  Black is the new black. And so on, a million ways.  Every culture has its formulations.  Symbols, colors and clothing are means people use to manifest their internal state.  Who they are, or who they are trying to be.  We manifest every feeling, relationship, status, dimension of our lives on our bodies, consciously or unconsciously.

I wear this not as a claim to any religious rank or spiritual state, but as one seeking and desiring upliftment.  I want the mantle of those women who walked this Path before me, with hearts drawn heavenwards and eyes Seeing beyond seeing.  Hagar, Asiya, Mary, Khadija, A’isha, Rabia… and many more unknown to history, secret to the world, but recognized in God’s sight.

I wear this for God Alone, in solidarity with my sisters who I am unworthy of, hoping I can be part of their journey and taste a little… just a little of what they’ve tasted.

May God grant us courage and bravery in our spiritual struggles, Ameen.

 

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. tahirah permalink
    April 14, 2011 3:34 am

    I looooove this. It is a completely different approach to the topic from “Taking off the hijab” – not the fiqhi side of things, but an individual declaration of strength and determination that is fed by something Sweeter than any worldly thing…

    Jazakillah khair

  2. Fahtima permalink
    June 7, 2011 7:13 pm

    Beautifully said masha Allah. Jazakillahu khair.

  3. Emma permalink
    January 3, 2014 12:30 am

    Asalamu Alaikum,
    I love this post so much and wanted to share it! I hope you don’t mind if I pasted it to my tumblr account (with credit to you, of course.) I thought I should get your permission as well, though.
    JAK, Emma

    • January 3, 2014 12:52 am

      wa alaykum as salaam wa rahmatullah,

      Sure, you are more than welcome to post with a link back/credit! Send me the link so I can check out your tumblr also 🙂

  4. Emma permalink
    January 3, 2014 6:21 am

    Thanks again! I absolutely love this post. I actually forwarded a link to my family after I converted and began to wear hijab, alhamdulillah. It sums up so much of how I feel, and many other women too I imagine 🙂
    http://ayahluna.tumblr.com/

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