Lately I’ve been noticing so many of my sisters in Islam outside… dressed in ways that honestly break my heart. Clothes that cling, that reveal, that turn heads. And it hurts, because we’re not meant for that. Allah gave us honor through modesty, He wrapped dignity around us with haya, and yet… we sometimes trade it for this dunya’s cheap applause.
I’m not saying this from a place of I’m better, no. Allah knows I have my own shortcomings, my own sins that weigh on me. But still, when I see it, I feel this ache inside. Like, my sister, don’t you know your worth? Don’t you know you are a daughter of Islam? You’re not just another face in the crowd, you’re someone Allah has honored, someone who carries the name of Muhammed (pbuh) on her lips.
Ya Allah, forgive them. Forgive us. Forgive me. Cover us with Your mercy when we fail to cover ourselves. Remind us of the beauty in lowering our gaze, in guarding our modesty, in holding onto dignity when the world wants to strip it away.
Because at the end of the day, this dunya doesn’t care. The same people we dress up for will forget us tomorrow. But Allah never forgets. And all I hope is to be remembered by Him with mercy, not left to this world’s empty praise.
