My daughter and I have been prepping for our big Thanksgiving meal all week. Remnants of pie-baking and other sundry food accoutrements lie discarded all around us. I stand in the middle of the kitchen, and my heart remembers last year’s celebration.
Read MoreAbout halfway through our meal, I noticed an elderly gentleman looking my way. Through his unhappy glances, I could tell that my Muslim friend’s hijab was making him uncomfortable and possibly even a bit angry. A couple of times I saw him adjust in his chair, and I thought that he might come over and say something unkind.
Read MoreSome Muslim girls refer to their veils as their shade. My friend Ikraam wears hers very responsibly. By doing so, she means to honor Allah and the community she represents. It shelters her beauty and protects her from the tempter.
Read MoreI am a follower of Jesus. I have lived in a fundamentalist Muslim nation, and I have visited Muslim nations that identify with varied levels of conservativism and manifold veil practices.
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