When I watched myself talk about the transition period between leaving my home country Lebanon, and moving to the US, I could hear my voice choking in the background... All of a sudden, you are no longer under mom and dad's wings, surrounded by their love, and protected by their system... All of a sudden, it is you, yourself, and you. Most and if not every immigrant would have a special memory for the time when they first moved to a new country. The moment where home starts to get a new definition. The moment where the American Dream turns into the American Reality! In the beginning of that period, it is incredibly foggy, busy, noisy, and genuinely painful. It...
If I can brush my teeth everyday of my life because cavity hurts and losing them is not fun, then I can spiritually connect to God everyday for the rest of my life because uncertainty hurts and losing yourself is not fun either.
During my faith journey, I had always felt that my relationship with God is great yet something was missing, the full devotion. After a lot of research behind the idea of Hijab I understood that it was put in place to treat women as what they deserve: a human being with emotions and thoughts rather than an image or an object.
I paused in the hallway for a second and decided to go back to the safest spot in the house; on the couch next to my dad, to scroll through my phone in peace. This calm; for the most part, environment was shaken by one incident: someone knocked the door out of nowhere!
