I am a feminist because I am Muslim, not in spite of it.
The west has drawn a portrait of the “Modern Muslim Woman”, then the east chose to follow blindly and the north and south decided to watch in silence. So here we are trying to fit into a too small frame, but never quite feeling right. Parts of us are spilling out and other parts are screaming in pain of confinement and suffocation.
I refuse to conform.
They will keep painting my face with their insecurities and I will keep washing it off.
They chose to define my faith as backward. They decided that my veil is oppressive, my obedience to God an irregularity and my choice a formality.
But with what right?
Muslim women are not modern, they are more. They are a constant revolution. In every day and age, they have created ripples in the history of mankind. Starting from Eve, to our beloved Hajar, to Maryam mother of Jesus, to the wives of our beloved prophet, to inventors in the heights of the Islamic era, to the scientists, engineers, educators, healthcare professionals and entrepreneurs of today. So many names, so many victories, so many accomplishments. They are not modern, they are the past, the present and the future all together. Their existence is the preservation of a rich heritage, a plethora of greatness, perseverance and passion. Their hearts filled with the love of a divine so great, none could break them. They are believers of a faith that revolutionized the world. They are the followers of a prophet that brought light amidst darkness.
I am a feminist in my passion for truth. I am a feminist in my belief in one God and the prophet as His messenger. I am a feminist in my five daily prayers, my fasting, my charity and my every worship.