"Bikini or Headscarf ~ Which Offers More Freedom?"
Rest of the story here.
(Be sure to check out the lovely picture of mother and daughter. )
This one tugged at my heartstrings quite a bit. I can identify with the mother, and I find the daughter both adorable (her little round face reminds me of my 11 year old) and incredibly interesting.
Nine years ago, I danced my newborn daughter around my North Carolina living room to the music of "Free to Be...You and Me", the '70s children's classic whose every lyric about tolerance and gender equality I had memorized as a girl growing up in California.
My Libyan-born husband, Ismail, sat with her for hours on our screened porch, swaying back and forth on a creaky metal rocker and singing old Arabic folk songs, and took her to a Muslim sheikh who chanted a prayer for long life into her tiny, velvety ear.
She had espresso eyes and lush black lashes like her father's, and her milky-brown skin darkened quickly in the summer sun. We named her Aliya, which means "exalted" in Arabic, and agreed we would raise her to choose what she identified with most from our dramatically different backgrounds.
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I imagined Aliya embracing shopping trips to Whole Foods and the stack of presents under the Christmas tree, while still fully appreciating the melodic sound of Arabic, the honey-soaked baklava Ismail makes from scratch, the intricate henna tattoos her aunt drew on her feet when we visited Libya. Not once did I imagine her falling for the head covering worn by Muslim girls as an expression of modesty.
Rest of the story here.
(Be sure to check out the lovely picture of mother and daughter. )
This one tugged at my heartstrings quite a bit. I can identify with the mother, and I find the daughter both adorable (her little round face reminds me of my 11 year old) and incredibly interesting.