tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261618780830787694.post6774906356587357834..comments2023-10-29T05:51:37.198-07:00Comments on The Adventures of a Hijabi Waitress: Oppressing the "oppressed."Hijabi Waitresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066046318886861776noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261618780830787694.post-34152988242501446942010-07-07T07:52:28.591-07:002010-07-07T07:52:28.591-07:00hehehe! great stories, Cara! I had so much fun rea...hehehe! great stories, Cara! I had so much fun reading this...:D- I think it's funny to see people scared of you sometimes...;*Mieucita1988https://www.blogger.com/profile/07995402023024844820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261618780830787694.post-41047040378025327542010-07-07T07:03:44.795-07:002010-07-07T07:03:44.795-07:00PS Today I had another crazy hijab story: I was vi...PS Today I had another crazy hijab story: I was visiting a friend this morning, and as I walked out of her place four hours later (we were talking about God - she's a pretty serious-minded lady), there were these two little girls playing in the hallway - maybe 10 years old or so. And so the door opens, out steps a lady over 6 feet tall in hijab - yours truly - in the same head covering as yesterday, and an outfit including a pair of Indian trousers so full I could easily fit a miniskirt underneath (shalwar patiala). And they took one look at me and one of them went 'Mamma mia!!!' and I heard them giggling behind me as I left. It was all I could do to restrain myself from giggling as well. Finally after I left the building, presumably out of their earshot, I gave in...<br /><br />Another time some mildly hostile teenage girls made comments about UFOs when they saw me. And I turned around and gave them the most vicious smile I could manage. The 'I'm gonna have you for dinner tonight' special. I don't remember whether I let loose my sinister laugh or not. Probably not, or they would have been REALLY scared. Let's say I can really give the devil a run for his money :D<br /><br />Gosh, I'm going to have to do a post about this... :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261618780830787694.post-64245665967900587892010-07-06T03:50:15.917-07:002010-07-06T03:50:15.917-07:00This is a great case for the idea that our sense o...This is a great case for the idea that our sense of value has to come from within, from what God says about us, and not what other people say. We need to be able to view ourselves as normal in a way that has nothing to do with how many other people around us are or aren't living the way we are.<br /><br />And this type of attitude is SO key in living with hijab. If we are able to convey the idea that this way of dressing is normal for us, and also have an accepting (if not always approving) attitude towards the way other people look, that will go a long way towards normalizing our relationship as muhajabaat to the outside world.<br /><br />I want to share a crazy hijab story. Before I start, let me note that I live in a city of nearly 1 million people which is crawling with nuns, also includes among its population a fair number of little old ladies and gypsies who wear headscarves fulltime - but probably only two actual hijabis.<br /><br />So yesterday, I took myself out to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner. This restaurant has a couple of old horse-drawn carriages (minus horses :D ) as decor elements. I decided to occupy the one by the front door - and yes, the waiters actually served me my meal there, passing the dishes through the open window of the carriage.<br /><br />And then suddenly a bunch of male tourists walked in. They looked with idle curiosity at the carriage, but certainly were not expecting to see anyone actually sitting in there, much less... yours truly, one of the two hijabis in the entire town: a very tall woman wearing a Turkmen kufi topped by an amira and a delicate black lace shawl draped in a sort of Khaleeji style. Let's say that in that kind of getup, it's pretty easy to look queenly if one wants to :D The look on their faces as they slowed down and stared into the carriage was PRICELESS...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com