By: Zaina Anwer
“Glimpse of Hope”
by Zaina Anwer
I am a woman- not just any woman
I am a Muslim Woman.
I navigate this world, fully aware of my identity.
I am under the radar…
WOMAN
MUSLIM
COLORED SKIN
‘Woman, Muslim, Colored Skin’ these words play in my head, on repeat.
Every day I question which one of my identities will alter the way I am perceived.
The news plays scene of an attack- my head is filled with prayers and the words “I hope it’s not a Muslim…”
I wrap my floral hijab, lace up my sneakers and head on out.
I feel the need to prove to the world that I am not oppressed.
I go out each day putting on my friendliest smile.
I go out of my way to make sure I am the nicest to each stranger I encounter.
Who knows, I may be the only Muslim someone has met. I can’t let them think that the negative depictions in the media are true. I can’t let a bad day phase me. It may alter someone’s perception of Islam.
I’m used to it now.
Each day there’s a little less fight. Each day passes a little bit faster.
I get used to the stares and the questions.
I get used to the ignorance.
But mostly, I get used to the glimpse of hope.
That glimpse of hope keeps me strong.
That glimpse of hope reminds me to stay positive, to be myself.
That stranger who said she likes your scarf or that passerby that says Salam.
Those are the things that help me keep my head high.
It’s up to each and every one of us to shape how we tackle each day. As Muslim Women, we need to remember to carry that glimpse of hope. No matter how tough times get, it’s important to stay strong and true to ourselves!