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I wore hijab for about 4 months, and over Christmas I decided to stop wearing it.
Long story short; I’m not quite ready for that sort of commitment, and I don’t want to do it half way or for the wrong reasons.
So, I made the decision to just take it off all together and focus on other aspects of spirituality.
How did it feel? Honestly I felt really free. I’m a pro hijab choice, and I really enjoyed it when I was committed, but yeah, I’m not ready for all that, and it felt really freeing to just not be a walking symbol all the time. Especially here in Prague where it’s not really all that common.
It’s weird how it’s just as scary to take it off as it is to put it on. I was super nervous before work. But then again, fuck ’em, it’s not up to anyone but me to make this decision.
The questions I got from people at work were quite funny though.
One guy at work asked me if I had converted to a different religion haha! Another one asked me if I had broken up with my fiance? As if the two have any connection whatsoever :p
I got pretty tired after a while of people asking me why I wasn’t wearing it. Because I want to, how ’bout that?
If you look back at what your goals used to be, you will realize you’ve probably achieved everything you’ve ever wanted.
I know, bold statement. I don’t mean in terms of wanting to speak a language or play a musical instrument (both goals of mine yet to be achieved). These things require planning, practice and repetition.
What I’m talking about is more of a general goal or desire for what your life should be like.
When I think back to what I wanted when I was in High School and what I wanted after University and what I want now, they’re very different. But if I look back at my life, I’ve actually achieved it all.
Allow me to demonstrate:
At the end of High School all I wanted was to leave Norway and to see the world and exercise my freedom. And well, that’s exactly what I did. I moved to London all by myself and started University. I studied abroad, I traveled and I went abroad for a project and a conference. When I graduated I went backpacking and ended up with a job in Malaysia. Read the rest of this entry »
I should be sleeping, but I’m finally on a roll. I miss blogging, just haven’t had the inspiration in ages!
I’ve been wanting for a while to do a post on the misconceptions I face about my conversion to Islam. It’s not a post to bash anyone, I completely understand the reasons behind thinking these things, but I just want to set the record straight. Some of this stuff is from born Muslims as well by the way.
I did not convert because of my fiance
I converted because I believe in God and I believe in the Quoran (Muslim holy book) and I like Islam and find it works for me.
It actually took me a long time to tell him that I was curious about Islam. I didn’t want him to be too excited and become kind of emotionally invested in me converting and then disappointed if I decided not to. I remember really well what he said when I told him I was curious. He asked me point blank if I was doing it for him, and if that was the case then to not do it. Then he told me he loves me regardless and to ask him if I had any questions.
I’ve actually been keeping my discovery of Islam and our relationship quite separate up until recently. I just preferred it that way. Now that I’m officially a Muslim we talk about Islam more, but to be honest we don’t really discuss it that much. I have a close Muslim female friend who I discuss theories and ideas with and who was the one who helped me through my curiosity phase. Read the rest of this entry »
As you may know I’m a decently fresh Muslim. Converted in May and it’s been going well so far. I blogged a bit about Ramdan, but well, it didn’t go quite as planned, I stopped half way. I’m gonna make a post about my experience with Ramadan and how to do your first month a bit later.
It’s normal to have ups and downs in your faith, and as a fresh convert it’s really important to take things at your own pace and not feel pressure to be perfect. Perfect is unattainable and unrealistic, and it’s not expected either. We try our best and that’s enough. It takes time, Islam is a lifelong journey.
I’ve been slowly learning more and more and getting stronger in my faith and my worship since I converted, baby step by baby step. I started praying once a day, and have started to pray twice a day now without pressure. Just feels weird when I don’t now actually.
Now hijab (veil worn by Muslim women covering the head) might not really seem as a baby step, and it isn’t either to be honest, it’s a huge elephant step. But I’ve been experimenting with hijab for a while. Recently I’ve been wearing it on the weekends to test it out.
I actually never thought I would wear hijab. Not sure why. But things change. I also never thought before I would become a Muslim so haha. Read the rest of this entry »
Had to go to the post office the other day. I had ordered some stuff from the States and it was held up at customs, because well you gotta pay tax in the EU to get anything from abroad.
This particular post office was open from 8 to 5 which gave me one hour in the morning before I had to be at work. I figured I could go early and get it done quick and be back at work in time. Place was about 30 min away from work, but surely it couldn’t take that long to get a package.
I was wrong…
I rock up there and there’s a flipping line. How is this possible? Probably because all official places in this country are so complicated and have annoying opening hours so everyone lines up first thing to get their shit sorted quick. Argh -.-
The people waiting outside weren’t even people you’d assume were late for work. Track suits and shit. What’s your hurry man?
Line wasn’t that long to be fair, but when I got in I had no idea where I was going because the signs were all in Czech. I ended up standing in the wrong line three times. There was a specific order to the rooms and counters you needed to go to. It was a fricken maze, why make it so complicated?
I had to go upstairs to level 3, then go to one room and get a piece of paper, then go to another room to get a stamp and then to wait, and then to another counter to get something, then to pay tax at another counter, then to another room to pay an administration fee and sign something, theeeen I got the package. Read the rest of this entry »
I finally got my temporary residency!
Next step: Apply for an invitation for tourist visa for my fiance so he can come visit me here before we get sort our paperwork in February. It’s about to get a lot more complicated, so stay tuned haha
This little segment is quite tame, but no less frustrating.
Rocked up at a different office this time (foreign police), 30 min before opening time, but only 25 people head of me this time, progress!
When I finally got to the machine with the numbers there was a police officer there asking what I needed.
I asked if he spoke English while optimistically pressing the English button on the machine in front of me. He didn’t like that.. he got quite worked up actually and tried pressing the Czech button again while shouting at me in Czech. Like I could understand him -.- Read the rest of this entry »
Anyone living in working in Czech Republic as a foreigner knows the hassle it can be to deal with Czech Bureaucracy.
I’m in the process of getting my temporary residence. It is a choice that as an EU/EEA citizen I don’t actually need to do. But if I want to send invitations for my fiance’s tourist visas and later on apply for family reunification then it’s crucial. I also plan on staying in Czech for a while (I love it here) so might as well take that step of loyalty 🙂
The immigration office opens at 8 am. My bus was a bit delayed, and so was I, so I rocked up at 8:15. There was a line leading out of the doors onto the street outside.. and this was only the line for a number. When I finally made it over to the counter to get my number they casually informed me that I need to listen out for my number they will come out and call it. There was something wrong with those screens that I guess normally lets you know where you’re at and what number is next.
I don’t speak Czech.. and I don’t know how to say any numbers in the Czech language. Even if I had it written down phonetically it’s still tough to try and pay attention to every single number being shouted out. There was no screen to tell me where in the queue I was. So I was sat there straining my ears for about 3 hours until I found a lady that was a few numbers before me and decided to just relax until she’d gone. Read the rest of this entry »