Burkha Under My Lipstick ~repack~ -

But underneath that glossy sheen is the burkha —or rather, the hijr (the protection). It is the shield. It is the whisper that says, Your value is not in your neck, your hair, or the curve of your ears. Your value is in your substance.

There is a specific kind of silence that comes with being a modern, visibly Muslim woman.

The burkha taught me discipline. The lipstick taught me joy. Islam does not demand ugliness; it demands modesty of the gaze. And makeup, when worn with the right intention, is simply art on the canvas God gave you. burkha under my lipstick

I was wrong. They aren’t enemies. They are roommates in a very cramped studio apartment called my soul.

Let your hijab sit next to your highlighter. Let your prayer mat sit next to your vanity table. But underneath that glossy sheen is the burkha

For a long time, I thought these two parts of me were at war. I thought the burkha (or more accurately, my hijab and modest clothing) was the enemy of my femininity. I thought the lipstick was a betrayal of my faith.

I am keeping both. Because under this lipstick, my voice is loud. And under this burkha, my heart is free. What are the layers you wear that the world doesn't see? Let me know in the comments below. Your value is in your substance

Living with the "burkha under my lipstick" means accepting that I will never fully fit into a neat box. I am too religious for the feminists and too liberated for the fundamentalists.