This is a Courageous Story from a Muslim sister to all our Muslim Ladies:
Is about Hijjab!
Story of Fatema in her own words:
I was sitting in my room and thanking Allah SWT for making my dreams come true. Of course , this is just the beginning, I thought to myself.
I had joined one of the best colleges in India ,
this was the only thing I had been thinking of for last two years while studying and finally I was here ... I was extremely Happy!!!
A week passed , and I was called to the dean's office and He said, "You can't go to the Laboratory (Lab) for your 'practicals' with your Hijab, you should wear a Lab dress ( short shirt with half sleeves and pant ) and you cannot wear
your head scarf either, coz' in the lab while
working with the equipment, your dress may entangle or catch fire and your dress code is not congenial to the lab environment"
I was taken aback, in a flash of a moment, all
my dreams were shattered …. The first thought that came to my mind was "I CAN'T GIVE UP MY HIJAB" and next came the question "Can I give up my dream??? …"
I am not a girl who gives up easily, I decided to fight….
I went to the principle and explained him my
situation and told him I will not take off my hijab and I can't wear the Lab dress. However what I
can do is I can wear a Lab coat over my regular dress along with my Head scarf… He said "NO,
we can't change our rules for one student. For years, this is the rule and if you want to study here , you will have to follow it.."
I kept insisting …...finally he said, "Go and speak to the Head of the Department (HOD) of your department and if he permits you, I have No problem."
I came back to hostel and told this story to my seniors, They all said.. "WHAT!!! Your HOD !!!…Impossible .. Mr.Joshi is the Hitler of the college and no student has ever dared to go and speak to him.. He will reject you in a minute. The
principle didn’t want to PERMIT you, since you
insisted, he sent you to Mr.Joshi, cause he
knows Mr.Joshi will never allow you and no one can argue with him. So Forget about it"
I was very sad but I had hope.. I prayed to Allah SWT for help .
Next Morning, I went to my HOD Mr. Joshi's
room, OH GOD, How scary the moment was.. I still remember it… I knocked the door, with his strict and harsh voice , he said "Come in"…I entered the room..he didn’t even look at me.. He was reading something… while his head was in the papers he said "What do you want?" With shivering voice I said " I am a Muslim and my religion doesn’t allow me to wear a lab dress
and I cant give up my Hijab. I need your
permission to wear my hijab in the lab."
As I said this, he looked at me and asked me
"Are you a Muslim ?"
I was surprised as he asked that, I said "Yes"
Next thing he said was " Permission granted "
and he signed a paper which I had brought with me which says I have a permission to wear hijab in lab and I don’t have to wear a lab dress, instead I can wear a Lab coat
I was in tears… I was Happy.. Surprised…
shocked!!!
Then he asked me to sit and said don’t be
surprised… I know everything about Islam and I respect them for their values.
Then he asked " Do you want to know how I know about them?"
He started his story.. He said " When I was a
young boy , aroung 12 years old, and Hindus and Muslims riots started off in India, Hindus were
killing Muslims and Muslims were killing Hindus. We used to live in a Muslim area and our parents
were scared that Muslims would come and kills us... The situation was bad . That time our
neighbors promised my parents that they'll keep me with them till the situation becomes better and my parents had no other option but to leave me with them, and go to another town.
I stayed with them for almost a month and they took care of me like their own son.. I saw them praying, reciting Quran and abide by the laws of
Islam. Also just because, I was a Vegetarian, they didn’t cook non-veg, till I was there. so that I don’t feel uncomfortable. I still consider that lady as my Mother. I know y
Monday, October 12, 2015
Story of Fatema
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