Letter to my Muslim daughters
It is truly difficult to be you these days. To belong to an unwanted minority, to stand alone. To not be afraid. But you do it. And I am proud of you
I see you walk toward your highschool campus once I drop you off. A warm smile adorns your face. Timid hellos are exchanged here and there. You don’t know it but you amaze me. It is not easy to be different from your friends at your age. The food you eat, the clothes you wear set you apart. All the “I can’t do”’s you murmur everyday, make it hard to hang out. It is truly difficult to be you these days.
To belong to an unwanted minority, to stand alone. To not be afraid. But you do it.
And I am proud of you.
According to our faith, in order to stay away from sin, one must avoid temptation. Yet you are in the midst of it, surrounded by many things that call your nafs, your carnal soul.
Are you aware of the herculean task you complete each day? Do you hear the angels cheering you along?
İ am rooting for you.
Sometimes you come home like a tired soldier. Your face is ashen as if blood has been drawn out of your body. Your eyes are awaiting for the times your eyelids will close and rest. Your shoulders droop with exhaustion as if you have swum all day against the current.
Did someone treat you unkindly?
Are tired of stares thrown at you?
I want to lift your load and rock you till peace resettles in your heart.
Some days my heart aches for you.
Silently you stand in prayer and prostrate gently to your Lord. Your inner world is regenerated. You release your burden on the prayer mat that kisses your forehead. Recharged until the next day.
On weekends you come together with other girls who speak the language of your heart. Stories are shared in laughter or in tears over tea and coffee, while bonds are forged for the days to come. When I imagine the beautiful women you will all become insha’Allah and the light that will shine in this world through you, my soul overflows with hope.
I am thankful for you!
As your mother, İ feel honored to witness you grow in grace. Despite the storm and the gusts of wind, your petals reflect the colors of life, my rose.
Words do not suffice to tell you how much I love you. More importantly I want you to realize, my sweetheart, your worth as a human and as a believer.
As Shayh Galip said: Take good care of yourself, for you are the core of the universe, You are the pupil of the eye of the cosmos.”
Our merciful Lord, the Master of the cosmos and everything in it, is watching over you with His encompassing mercy.
Always remember that, my love.
From my heart to yours,