Hijab imbibes the presence of a movie star or the resplendence of a queen.

When  I walk into a restaurant as the only hijabi,  people turn and stare.

When a man swears in front of me, he immediately apologises.

When I go to the hairdressers, I am whisked away to a private room.

And noone ever wolf whistles my direction.  It’s truly a gift from the Almighty to the women of the world who wish to command respect in their dealings with it.

:-) Peace. Hope you enjoyed another perspective.

Tall, like a tree

Stand tall like a tree
basking in light
from a tiny seed created
you grew a great height

Stand tall like a tree
a graceful silence in the sun
bow your branches in prayer
To the Creator, The One

Stand tall like a tree
but allow yourself to sway
in the wind, storm and rain
that sends your leaves astray

Stand tall like a tree
as your seeds spread and grow
as your leaves turn green and flourish
before you let them go

Stand tall like a tree
be a house, be a home
and a shade for passing strangers
and a friend to those alone

Stand tall like a tree
with knowing and belief
with submission, for your time
as you count your every leaf

Stand tall like a tree
roots firmly in the ground
in the earth,
of its dust,
to which we all are bound

(c) KJ Saunders 2014

In awe of the giant oak trees at the end of Chaffer Lane, Willoughby, NSW.

Roast Chicken

Its a known fact that many westerners are ditching the teachings of mainstream Christianity and exploring other belief systems, such as eastern philosophies, or rejecting religion outright denying the existence of a God, or doing something that would seem even more shocking and rebelious, alarming even, and converting to Islam.

Family reactions to declarations of belief in ‘the One True God’ vary as much as the converts themselves. Whilst many parents and siblings reluctantly accept the choice of their brethren, possibly hoping it’s ‘a phase’, some converts find themselves ousted from their family. A tiny few may experience support. But a word that is whispered and resonates within the homes, within the neighbourhood, within the hearts of those left feeling stunned by these choices, is ‘brainwashed’.

Oh My God. She’s a Muslim. She’s been brainwashed.

Now here’s the thing. From the day we are born, our parents bring us up, and for most of us that is done lovingly and with the best of intention, (for which we all should be immensely grateful, I know I am), imbibing in us the beliefs and values their parents taught them. Their parents in turn imbibed in them their own beliefs & values and it goes back, and it goes forth, and you have a belief system passed down from one generation to another, on the simple fact that ‘that’s what my parents believed’. Except for the orignator of the belief, did anyone conciously choose this course? And by that I mean – did they actually rationally examine other belief systems in the world and make a choice based on intelligence & merit, rather than comfort, convenience and familiarity?

Let me tell you a story about roasting chooks. A man was in the kitchen, watching his wife cook dinner. She took the whole chicken, broke it up into pieces, cooked half in a batch, took it out of the oven when done, then cooked the other half. Slightly perplexed at this double time procedure, he asked his wife – “Why do you cook chicken that way?” “Because thats how my mother did it” she replied. So he went to his mother-in-law and asked her how she cooked chicken, the mother-in-law describing the same method he witnessed at home. When he asked her why she cooked it like this, he got the same reply, ‘Because thats how my mother cooked it’. Fortunately the wifes grandmother was still around, so he went to her grandmother and heard her describe the same method of cooking chicken. When asked why she replied ‘Because thats the only way I could fit it in our tiny oven back then’.

The same could be said for our belief systems. Why do we cook chicken the way we do? Why do we believe what we believe. Who reading this has ever earnestly asked why? (the belief bit not the chicken ;-)

The fact of the matter is that people who convert to Islam usually do so after daring to question that which was imbibed. They read, they seek, they think, they contemplate. They read the Bible. They have questions. They seek answers. They explore other beliefs. The read up on them. They read the Quran. (The actual book itself, not the misquotes so often published in the media). They make a choiced based on common sense, based on God given intelligent thinking. Based on research. Based on soul search. Indeed this is the opposite of brainwashed.

The Prophet Abraham (Ibrahim) (peace be upon him) was the son of an idol maker, born into a society steeped in idol worship. Abraham asked how they could worship as Gods that which they made with their own hands, that which could neither harm nor help them. Sentenced to death, but instead later banished for his daring freethinking, we could all do to take a leaf out of Abrahams book, who as we know became one of the great Prophets revered in Judaism, Christianity and Islam. (In fact Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) named his son (who died an infant) after him).

Fortunately for those of us who seek answers, any enlightenment would not end in the harsh punishments endured by Abraham (pbuh). But maybe a few whispers of ‘brainwashed’.

“Why do you see the splinter in your brother’s eye but not notice the log in your own eye?” Matthew 7:3, Bible


A fertility goddess, blood sacrifice & whole heap of chocolate


Greetings in Peace

For most of the Christian world, this weekend is Easter.

Whilst the word ‘Easter’ has it roots in paganism, relating to the worship of the goddess of fertility during the spring equinox (think oestrogen (“oestra”), eggs, reproduction, rabbits), (don’t know how chocolate got in there but, yum), it all somehow sits side by side with the Christian belief that a Trinitarian God allowed for the killing of one-third of himself (!) (the human-son-portion) in order that He (the father-third-portion) could forgive humans for their sins. And indeed, the sins had been mounting, since the the time of Adam (peace be upon him) in fact, because according to Christian teaching all humans beings were born with the sins of the first ones. The atonement in full required no less than the third-son-portion of God (called Jesus) to burn in hell before being restored to life and then, one presumes, being returned to the other two thirds.

Now that may not make a whole lotta sense to your God given intelligent mind, or even sit well within a justice seeking heart, and to the believer of course it is presented in a more romantic prose… ‘For God so loved the world… that He gave His only begotten son….’ . I’m just relaying the break down, telling it like it is, what they are actually asking you to believe. (Don’t shoot the messenger…..) Finally, they say, mere belief in this equates to a ticket to heaven, no questions asked. But dear reader, questions should be asked, must be asked, and I invite you to ask, to pray, to contemplate….

Whilst God in Islam, as in the Old Testament, is One, a Unique, All Powerful, All Knowing, All Wise, Loving & Merciful God (no blood sacrifice required), Jesus in Islam (peace be upon him) is revered as a Prophet, a great Messenger sent by God to the lost sheep of Israel. Jesus worshipped God, he prayed to Him, in fact the Bible records in the garden of Gethsemane he fell down on his face and prayed…..(Matthew 26:39)

Jesus, peace be upon him, in Islam, is the 2nd last Prophet sent by God. The first being Adam, the last being Muhammad, counting Noah, Moses, Abraham, David, and many, many more in between, may the peace of God be upon all of them. They all had the same eternal message – That God is One, worship Him alone.

In Islam, all human beings are born pure, responsible only for their own sins once they reach an age of reason, and may be forgiven by God at any time, especially the repentant, as He forgives whom He wills. No amount of sin is too great for God to forgive – He is able to all things. (He created the entire universe, afterall). He does not require that people commit a sin (ie – crucify someone) in order for Him to be forgiving. He is Al-Ghaffaar – The Forgiving.

He does however, warn severely against worshipping other than Him, or prescribing partners to Him – that includes the saying that He has a son or daughter. This is abundantly clear in Islamic scripture and found throughout the Bible, beginning with the Ten Commandments no less -

“I am The Lord thy God – thou shalt have no other Gods before me.”
(Exodus 20:2-3)

Worship the Creator, not the creation. Clear and simple.

For God is not the author of confusion.
(1 Cor. 14.33)

I invite you to thought & prayer during this holiday break …. and whatever you believe, I wish you all a safe, happy and thoughtful weekend. May God bless and guide us all.



For peeps looking for answers to questions, may I direct you here:

Did God become a man?

Whilst my blog is not meant to be any kind of theology debate, (only a springboard to thought)  for a more references regarding Jesus in Islam and Christianity follow this link for a very detailed comparison

Soundvision.com – Jesus in Islam & Christianity


Is Veiling Oppressive?


Every so often we have Burqa/Hijab/Veil comments quoted in the newspaper or one of those today tonight a current affair shows. They do the social media rounds, attracting comments amongst Muslims, supporters and detractors alike. Everyone is of course entitled to their opinions and feelings, especially since these things are often emotional and not entirely voluntary, at least at the outset.

So I offer this piece in peace, for the non Muslim anti Burqa reader :-)


“The Islamic Veil”

I understand how you could conceive an attire your eyes are not accustomed to seeing day-in day-out as confronting, and how, in the free and open society we live in your initial impression would be to conclude this dress code oppressive. But as a very happy, proud and content Muslim woman, I would like to invite you to a little deeper reflection.

To set the framework of the mindset of the wearer of a burqa, or hijab, or veil, you should first understand a little bit about Islam. Islam is the belief in One God, One Almighty unique creator to whom we shall all return. This God, Allah (literally, “The God”) is the same God worshipped by all the Prophets sent to mankind, including, but not limited to, Adam, Moses, Noah, Abraham, Jesus, Muhammad, peace be upon them. All great men in history to whom no other man in our modern times could ever hope to match.

Muslims believe this God has set down a handful of commands for those amongst mankind who wish to worship Him. Being from God, these commands are superior than anything we could put together for ourselves. They serve to establish just, peaceful, tolerant, respectful, safe, nurturing and happy societies and to deter crime and oppression.

I should note at this point that adhering to the this religion is a personal choice, as stated by the religion itself – “Let there be no compulsion in religion.” (Quran 2:256)

So for the half a billion or so Muslim women worldwide, wearing hijab or burqa or whatever name you choose to apply to a loose fitting garment & head covering that conceals ones shape and beauty from the view of the general public, is simply the fulfilment of one of those few commands, obedience to the One who created the universe and all that it contains. Obviously I don’t know your religious beliefs, if any. I invite you to read an English translation of the Holy Quran one day and maybe find out a little more about Islam.

To the wearer of a piece of flimsy fabric draped over her head, this is a blessing from God, a great freedom. Us Muslim women are free to go about out business everyday; without being ogled, judged, compared or wolf whistled at (well… hey with the exception of a bit of unfortunate racism that may on occasion be encountered).


Contrast this with modern western woman, and the constant pressure she has to look good, the discomfort many feel of wearing the equivalent of underwear in front of complete strangers (swimwear) which society forces upon us from a young age, our innate modesty now deemed prude, the need for her to “dress sexy” and compete with other women in the genuine human search for a mate, to be judged on appearance more than ability, to the Muslim woman – this is the real oppression.

We only need to see the great increase in ‘diseases’ that afflict some – anorexia and bulimia – that destroy lives and even cause death – diseases that were much less heard of when society held to more conservative dress codes. We also see and hear of many teenagers and young women nowadays suffering low self esteem, comparing themselves to the airbrushed women fronting the endless glossies and images of barely dressed females at every turn. And consider the case of those who have become so dissatisfied with their physique that they are willing to part with great sums of money to have themselves surgically “enhanced”. The beauty of women is a potent force and when set rampant upon society has not yet proved to bring great peace and harmony to our hearts and minds.

You may also wish to place your thoughts of the Burqa against the backdrop of history and of other women whom you will be more accustomed to seeing veiled. Let’s consider – was Mary the mother of Jesus oppressed? Do you consider Mother Theresa was oppressed? Are all Nuns oppressed too? Is a society filled with miniskirts and cleavage really a great freedom we should all be proud of?

At a time when rape is a daily occurrence, the hijab says ‘don’t even think about it’.
At a time when every one knows of someone who has cheated on their spouse, the hijab says ‘not with me’.
At a time when 12 year olds are starving themselves, the hijab says ‘my weight is none of your business’
At a time when women compete ardently with each other to shock and expose, the hijab says “I won’t be compared”
At time when many girls long to “be famous/a model”, the hijab says ‘l use my brain, not my body’.
At a time where society is reaching new lows of morality, the hijab says “I still believe in God”.

Beautiful, precious things in this world are concealed. Diamonds lay hidden deep within the earth, pearls in guarded shells at the bottom of the sea, we keep our valuables in safes, life giving fruits are protected in their skins.

All women in all societies should be respected, treasured and protected (regardless of their faith). The garments ordained by the One who created us serves this purpose so beautifully in an way that no bikini ever could.

So I invite you to contemplate the dress of the Muslim women, I hope you can see just a little of its light.



Suddenly, one Ramadan



Growing up in sunny Sydney Australia, I must say I never knew when it was Ramadan*. When I was in Infants school (the first 3 years of schooling here) the only “different” religions were Catholic, Church of England, Methodist and Presbyterian. We ate vegemite sangas (thats slang for sandwiches) in the summer, meat pies in winter and delighted in Sunny Boys, Razzes and Glugs on hot days, which from memory cost around 10 cents each. (Incidentally I believe the Sunny Boy has been trying to make a comeback). By primary (the next 4 years, still in the 70’s) I had changed schools, not far but nearer to an immigration hostel, so we had a host of ESL classes within the school, my small world was expanding, just a little. But by High School, despite the variety of backgrounds of the student body, I was still largely unaware of Islam and Muslims. Also, by this time I did not attend school scripture anymore and in my family Sunday church attendance had pretty much waned completely.

For most of my youth I didn’t know Ramadan existed, let alone when it took place. It came and went whilst I was totally unaware.

The media for me back then consisted of a bit of afternoon telly before riding my bike and climbing trees; there was no internet or screen at every turn, and I had little interest in the 6 o’clock news that my parents viewed daily. But even if I did, Islam and Muslims were not a topic du jour. I suspect most people in Australia who weren’t Muslim (ie most of them) also never knew when Ramadan occurred, even if they knew it existed.

Now years later, with my best friend practically a seasoned Muslim (and married with kids), Ramadan reached my radar. And one year, late last century, with knowledge of its impending arrival, I felt compelled that I should fast.

One thing I should mention here also – is that in Islam, it says people who fast without praying are just starving themselves. I had read this and I knew that for my fasting to mean anything at all I had to pray – 5 times a day.
I was about to take on 2 new things that would change my life.

* * * * * *

My first ever Ramadan began one hot December day in the late 90’s. After a pre-dawn breakfast and the short “Fajr” prayer, I went to work with a little prayer mat and hijab (to wear whilst praying) in a bag. I had one of those learner prayer mats with all the words and actions printed on it for you. (At 5 times a day it only takes about a week or so until you’re on your P Plates :-))

I may have been nervous and excited about Ramadan, but I was totally apprehensive about revealing my new “religion” to my boss and coworkers. It was a small business and I was always making coffee and tea and doing cappuccino runs, fasting would have been difficult to conceal. I blubbered forth with a un-thought-out upfront approach. “Oh Hi. Good morning. By the way I won’t be eating or drinking today”. “Ok” came the reply, “Why’s that?” I went on to explain I had decided to fast Ramadan. “I’ll try not to eat in front of you then”. What a sweet boss.

Next came time to pray – Salat al Dhuhr (Midday-ish Prayer – when the sun has come off the meridian). I made my Wudu (ablution) in the little girls room and returned to my desk. “Umm.. I have to pray now… where can I pray?” New and nervous I seemed to be blurting things out rather than asking quietly or politely explaining. “Anywhere you like” came the laid back reply. My boss was as cool as cucumber about all of this.

Afternoon. Next came the headache of my lifetime. After a decade or so on a constant caffeine drip, I had gone cold turkey with no thought to consequence. I probably had never or rarely gone without before, and had no memorable experience of withdrawal. I ended up having to leave work feeling very ill; drive home, and with my headache now blindingly painful, I failed my first day with Panadol or Neurofen, whatever was around at the time :-/

* * *
Dented but not deterred, I continued with the month of fasting. I continued with the 5 daily prayers, I continued on the path of Islam – attempting to submit ones will to the will of the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.

A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders.

A peaceful contented joy entered my heart.

My boss said I looked as though someone had switched a light on inside me.

As it so happens, as I write this post it is the last week of Ramadan right now.
Must be about my 17th one. (Though nowadays of course my caffeine wean begins a week or two beforehand :-))


* Ramadan is the 9th Month in the Islamic calendar which begins and ends with the sighting of the new crescent moon. For 29 or 30 days Muslims the world over refrain from all food and drink (and marital relations) from the time of dawn until after the sun has set. They also try to engage in extra acts of prayer, worship, charity and good deeds.

During the evenings, mosques are full with worshippers performing special prayers, called Taraweeh. During the course of the Taraweeh prayers, the entire Quran is recited (One-thirtieth (Juz) each night). Also; the Quran itself was first revealed during Ramadan, on a night called Laylatul Qadr – the Night of Decree (also translated as The Night of Power).

The sick, the elderly, children, travellers and nursing/pregnant are not required to fast. (and women do not fast at the time of their monthly cycle).


With the sighting of the new moon; the month of fasting ends with a celebration called Eid Al Fitr – special morning prayers, preferably outdoors, are attended by the whole community, followed by visiting, sharing food and exchanging gifts. Celebrations last 3 days.

In Islam there are 12 months, based on a lunar calendar. This is shorter than the seasonal year (gregorian / solar calendar) by approximately 9 or 10 days. Therefore Ramadan moves throughout the seasons, and one will experience the thirst of a long hot day, and realise the comfort our food brings during a chilly winter.

“O you who believe, fasting has been prescribed for you as it has been prescribed for those before you, so that you may attain *taqwa.” Quran 2:183

*Taqwa – piety, God-conciousness

Sitting on the fence


Part 2

Whilst it was really really easy for me to believe that God was One, not a trinity, the religion of Islam is a whole way of life – and one vastly different to the one I had been leading; and the one I had planned for myself. Despite my interest in the topic, adhering to a religion was not really on my agenda.

The thought of changing so radically, the thought of swapping my life long dreams for a life more seemingly “restricted”, was alot to take in. More than that, actually. It seemed just plain undoable. But the more I read, the more I knew that this would somehow end up being my future.

Maybe deep down, my soul craved it. But my ‘nafs’ (desires) fought it.

In the meantime (years) my best friend threw herself into Islam whole heartedly, and our friendship soldiered on regardless (we are still close to this day). I tagged along to some new events – Muslim gatherings, Mosque visits, even Arabic classes (which I found fascinating and beautiful). But for the most part I continued on with life as planned, with this tiny sort of Islamic interest on the side.

I still attended family & friends church events such as weddings and funerals. At these times I would always feel a surge of Iman (faith) rise within my soul… without a doubt I was not a Christian – I could not worship Jesus as God. I would never bow my head in prayer when they prayed to “Our Lord Jesus”, nor would say ‘Amen’ when they called out in his name. I would also usually sit on the back pew. Still in attendance, still part of my family, but distanced from the pulpit of teachings that mingled the Words of God with the words of man.


As the years rolled on I found it harder and harder to keep Islam at bay, and harder and harder to continue on with my “life as planned”. I had been struggling, though for what I did not know exactly. I was approaching my late twenties. People were getting married and having kids. How could I ever marry someone who believed God had a son? I began avoiding Christmas, alcohol and oysters kilpatrick.

The world without faith I mostly inhabitted seemed increasingly empty, unfulfilling, lost… contrasted with the more spiritual world I encountered – rich, full, deep, solid, certain, peaceful…


“I am the Lord, and there is no other, besides me there is no God”
Isaiah 45:5, Holy Bible

It all started in 1973



Before I start spilling the juice on ‘wearing the veil’, I might as well tell you how I came to be wearing one in the first place. Forgive me if the story seems off track, but it’ll come together in the end (I hope).

Now, you may or may not be aware that Islam has alot of converts, many, many of whom were previously Christian. From my discussions with lots of these people, no two “conversion stories” (for want of a better term) are alike. It does however, to me at least, seem that most people had some niggling concern, some unanswered question, and if they were being honest with themselves, something within the religion they were brought up in, that just never ‘sat right’ within the depths of their soul. So as I reveal to you my journey, please bear this in mind – these were my thought processes, my beliefs, my journey; and it doesn’t reflect that of everyone else who chooses Islam as their way of life.

Circa early 90’s, my BFF (a term yet to be coined) with whom I’d shared many ‘into the early hours’ discussions about lifes really one and only big question – God & Death, burst through my front door and declared Jesus wasn’t God & that he didn’t die on the cross. Well Hallelujah! I thought. You beaut. I had never pondered it too deeply; but I had always found it slightly troubling (say, since Sunday School) that God would let poor Jesus, peace be upon him, die such a horrible death on the cross. After all, Jesus was a good person. Why would God do that to him? He didn’t do anything wrong. God was supposed to be fair & just. How is that fair & just? And, how could Jesus actually be God anyway? Did he kill himself? What about the people before that – they’d never heard of Jesus – how could he be their saviour when he wasn’t even born yet….

Despite the questions in my 5 year old head, my mother informed me I was a great fan of Jesus, peace be upon him, coming home saying “Jesus did this”, “Jesus said that”. I guess those early years must have given me some kind of religious foundation.

So I would go so far as to say my journey to Islam began in Sunday school.


Back to the 90s, this “new news”, this simple revelation that God was God (the Creator), that Jesus was a Prophet (the Creation) sent by God, with the same message of every other Prophet that lived, that God was One and not 3-in-1, and that God protected Jesus (peace be upon him) from a slow and painful death on the cross was something I believed in an instant. After reading with confusion my Revised Standard Version of the Bible (which still retains its place on my bookshelf by the way), after traipsing through a myriad of Christian denominations for years (with my bff of course) and late nights spent discussing and contemplating, and many a night privately praying, the world of religion finally made sense to me.

Whilst I never considered myself fully ‘religious” and I more than happily lived the life of most young people of my time, out of curiosity and interest, my bestie and I spent more than a few Sundays during the previous years exploring the broad spectrum that is modern Christianity – presuming, unintentionally, naively, yet somewhat arrogantly I suppose, that this was the only religion in the whole world worthy of consideration. (Well its what my family is, and my family can’t be wrong, because, well because they’re my family. Whatever those foreigners do has no bearing on me). So from Midnight Mass, Holy Water & Rosary beads, to Making a Joyful Noise to the Lord whilst shyly singing and dancing in front of our seats to emotive Christian Rock, with eyes welling during the power ballad closing, to making a speedy exit with the living daylights scared out of us when members of one congregation started “praying” in some “unknown ancient language” with their hands held high in the air (authoo’billahi – I seek refuge with God) (I am referring to “talking in tongues” by the way) and of course the more regular services where you did Bible study with tea and biccies on the weekend and generally wore a gathered skirt below the knee, we explored and pondered religion, almost as a hobby, in the background of our lives during the freedom and excitement of going from teenager to fledgeling adult.

But then (and its another whole story which I won’t go into) in her earnest search for “the truth” my BFF had been led to the The Holy Quran, which once she began reading, found herself saying, ‘this is it’, ‘this is it’… and then she came to my house to tell me.

That was the moment my internal belief system changed from non-practising slightly confused but not really worried ‘Christian by upbringing’ who spent some time thinking about God (probably mostly late at night when I couldn’t sleep), to that of absolute monotheism – One God. The religion of Islam. And I didn’t have to stop believing in Jesus – he was part of the package too – (as a child I loved him dearly – and still do) as a Great Prophet who taught the same as all Prophets (peace be upon them).

But besides this amazing new found revelation, all I knew about Islam was that some old ladies wore a scarf on their head and they don’t eat pork. Well that part wouldn’t be a problem for me – was never too keen on pig meat – but the scarf, well… whats wrong with hair I thought? I obtained a Quran, and read a book called Islam in Focus. EVERYTHING I read made sense. Except me. It was all true and wonderful. But I wasn’t ready for this.

A scarf? Praying FIVE times a day? Fasting Ramadan?

And so began my time of what I refer to as “sitting on the fence”.


“The similitude of Jesus Before Allah is as that of Adam; He (Allah) created him from dust, Then said to him: Be. And he was.” Quran 3:59

Hello :-)

Greetings in Peace

Bought up nominally as Presbyterian (Christianity with Scottish roots) in the suburbs of Sydney, Australia, for the past 15 years I have been Muslim and have worn the headscarf – the veil, the hijab.

Yup. I am a convert to Islam (aka ‘revert’ in some circles – referring to the reversion to the natural and pure state of inclining to believe in the Oneness of God that Islam says we are all inherently born with. Called ‘fitrah’ in Islam). Without wishing to alienate any new readers in my first post, for that (ie. being a Muslim) I would like to say Alhamdullillah – Thanks be to God. ( & I promise I will keep the jargon to a minimum :-))

Now – it is to my own surprise that I find myself blogging about wearing the scarf. The religion of Islam is vast and rich, simple yet deep, challenging yet easy, wondrous and fulfilling to the human soul. The hijab to me, I guess, faded into the background a long time ago. It seemed such a small part of a much bigger picture, akin to slipping on a pair of ballet flats & grabbing keys, phone & wallet before leaving the house. So the media driven overblown focus on a square metre of flimsy fabric has only served to irritate me immensely!

But perhaps I’m over feeling annoyed. Perhaps I’ve come to see a funny side. Perhaps frustration has made me want to tell all and sundry everything about life in a scarf. If you can’t beat em’, join ‘em. Perhaps the fascination/irritation/misunderstood-ation is in fact the start of a great conversation. Perhaps I have remembered how, back in my early days of learning about Islam, that I too; thought wearing a scarf was a pretty big deal.

So for those with a keen or vague interest, insomnia or just web wandering whilst watching a rerun of The Love Boat, insha’Allah (God willing) I tell you all about My Life In Hijab.

And if you hang in there, I will also answer that twenty thousand dollar question – Aren’t you hot in that?