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Sara Bokker, Former Actress and Model, USA<\/strong><\/span>
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I am an American woman who was born in the midst of America’s “Heartland”.  I grew up, just like any other girl, being fixated with the glamour of life in “the big city”.  Eventually, I moved to Florida and on to South Beach of Miami, a hotspot for those seeking the “glamorous life”.  Naturally, I did what most average Western girls do.  I focused on my appearance and appeal, basing my self-worth on how much attention I got from others.  I worked out rigorously and became a personal trainer, acquired an upscale waterfront residence, became a regular “exhibiting” beach-goer and was able to attain a “living-in-style” kind of life.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Years went by, only to realize that my scale of self-fulfillment and happiness slid down the more I progressed in my “feminine appeal”.  I was a slave to fashion.  I was a hostage to my looks.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As the gap continued to progressively widen between my self-fulfillment and lifestyle, I sought refuge in escapes from alcohol and parties to meditation, activism, and alternative religions, only to have the little gap widen to what seemed like a valley.  I eventually realized it all was merely a pain killer rather than an effective remedy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As a feminist libertarian, and an activist who was pursuing a better world for all, my path crossed with that of another activist who was already at the lead of indiscriminately furthering causes of reform and justice for all.  I joined in the ongoing campaigns of my new mentor which included, at the time, election reform and civil rights, among others.  Now my new activism was fundamentally different.  Instead of “selectively” advocating justice only to some, I learned that ideals such as justice, freedom, and respect are meant to be and are essentially universal, and that own good and common good are not in conflict.  For the first time, I knew what “all people are created equal” really meant.  But most importantly, I learned that it only takes faith to see the world as one and to see the unity in creation.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

One day I came across a book that is negatively stereotyped in the West--The Holy Quran.  Up until that point, all I had associated with Islam was women covered in “tents”, wife beaters, harems, and a world of terrorism.  I was first attracted by the style and approach of the Quran, and then intrigued by its outlook on existence, life, creation, and the relationship between Creator and creation.  I found the Quran to be a very insightful address to heart and soul without the need for an interpreter or pastor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eventually I hit a moment of truth: my new-found self-fulfilling activism was nothing more than merely embracing a faith called Islam where I could live in peace as a “functional” Muslim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I bought a beautiful long gown and head cover resembling the Muslim woman’s dress code and I walked down the same streets and neighborhoods where only days earlier I had walked in my shorts, bikini, or “elegant” western business attire.  Although the people, the faces, and the shops were all the same, one thing was remarkably distinct: the peace at being a woman I experienced for the very first time.  I felt as if the chains had been broken and I was finally free.  I was delighted with the new looks of wonder on people’s faces in place of the looks of a hunter watching his prey I had once sought.  Suddenly a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.  I no longer spent all my time consumed with shopping, makeup, getting my hair done, and working out.  Finally, I was free.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Of all places, I found my Islam at the heart of what some call “the most scandalous place on earth”, which makes it all the more dear and special.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Soon enough, news started breaking about politicians, Vatican clergymen, libertarians, and so-called human rights and freedom activists condemning the Hijab (headscarf) as being oppressive to women, an obstacle to social integration, and more recently, as an Egyptian official called it -“a sign of backwardness.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I find it to be a blatant hypocrisy when some people and so-called human rights groups rush to defend women’s rights when some governments impose a certain dress code on women, yet such “freedom fighters” look the other way when women are being deprived of their rights, work, and education just because they choose to exercise their right to wear the Hijab.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Today I am still a feminist, but a Muslim feminist, who calls on Muslim women to assume their responsibilities in providing all the support they can for their husbands to be good Muslims.  To raise their children as upright Muslims so they may be beacons of light for all humanity once again.  To enjoin good -any good - and to forbid evil -any evil.  To speak righteousness and to speak up against all ills.  To fight for our right to wear Hijab and to please our Creator whichever way we chose.  But just as importantly to carry our experience with Hijab to fellow women who may never have had the chance to understand what wearing Hijab means to us and why do we, so dearly, embrace it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Willingly or unwillingly, women are bombarded with styles of “dressing-in-little-to-nothing” virtually in every means of communication everywhere in the world.  As an ex Non-Muslim, I insist on women’s right to equally know about Hijab, its virtues, and the peace and happiness it brings to a woman’s life as it did to mine.  Yesterday, the bikini was the symbol of my liberty, when in actuality it only liberated me from my spirituality and true value as a respectable human being.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I couldn’t be happier to shed my bikini in South Beach and the “glamorous” Western lifestyle to live in peace with my Creator and enjoy living among fellow humans as a worthy person.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Today, Hijab is the new symbol of woman’s liberation to find who she is, what her purpose is, and the type of relation she chooses to have with her Creator.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

To women who surrender to the ugly stereotype against the Islamic modesty of Hijab, I say: You don’t know what you are missing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sara Bokker, ex-actriz y modelo, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Soy una mujer estadounidense que nació en medio del “corazón” de Estados Unidos. Crecí, como cualquiera otra niña, atraída por el glamour de la vida en “la gran ciudad”. Eventualmente, me mudé a Florida y a Miami South Beach, un sitio para aquellos que buscan la “vida glamorosa”. Naturalmente, hice lo que la mayoría de las niñas occidentales promedio hacen. Me enfoqué en mi apariencia y atractivo, basando mi propio valor en qué tanta atención recibía de los otros. Me ejercité con rigurosidad y me hice entrenadora personal, adquirí una residencia lujosa frente al mar, me volví una asidua visitante “exhibicionista” de la playa y pude lograr vivir una vida “con estilo”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Los años pasaron, sólo para darme cuenta que mi escala de auto satisfacción y felicidad caía mientras más progresaba mi “atractivo femenino”. Era una esclava de la moda, una rehén de mi apariencia.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A medida que la brecha continuaba expandiéndose progresivamente entre mi autosatisfacción y el estilo de vida, busqué refugio escapándome en el alcohol y las fiestas, en la meditación, el activismo y religiones alternativas, solo para que la pequeña brecha se ampliara en lo que ya parecía todo un valle. Eventualmente, me di cuenta de que todo ello era tan solo un simple alivio del dolor en lugar de un remedio efectivo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Como una feminista y activista que estaba persiguiendo un mundo mejor para todos, mi camino se cruzó con el de otra activista, quien estaba indiscriminadamente promoviendo causas de reforma y justicia para todos. Me uní a las campañas en curso de mi nuevo mentor, las cuales incluían, en ese momento, le reforma electoral y los derechos civiles, entre otras. Ahora, mi nuevo activismo era fundamentalmente diferente. En lugar de gestionar justicia “selectivamente”, sólo para algunos, aprendí que los ideales –tales como la justicia, la libertad y el respeto– están destinados a ser, y son en esencia universales, y que el bien propio y el bien común no están en conflicto.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

  Por primera vez supe lo que realmente significaba que “toda la gente es creada como igual”. Pero, lo más importante de todo, aprendí que sólo se necesita la fe para ver el mundo como uno y para ver la unidad en la creación.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un día me encontré un libro que es negativamente estereotipado en Occidente: el Sagrado Corán. Hasta ese punto, todo lo que había asociado con el Islam eran las mujeres cubiertas como “carpas”, hombres que golpeaban a las esposas, harem, y un mundo de terrorismo. Al principio me atrajo el estilo y la aproximación del Corán, y luego me intrigó su visión de la existencia, la vida, la creación y la relación entre el Creador y la creación. Me pareció que el Corán tenía un agudo discurso al corazón y al alma, sin la necesidad de un intérprete o un pastor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eventualmente, tuve un momento de verdad: mi nuevo activismo autorrealizador no era nada más que simplemente acoger una fe llamada Islam, en donde podía vivir en paz como una musulmana “funcional”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Compré una hermosa y larga túnica y una pañoleta para la cabeza, parecida a la ropa del código de vestimenta islámico, y caminé por las mismas calles y vecindarios por donde tan sólo unos días antes paseaba en mis pantalones cortos, bikinis o “elegantes” atuendos de negocios occidentales. Aunque la gente, las caras y las tiendas eran las mismas, una cosa era significativamente diferente: la paz de ser una mujer que experimenté por primera vez. Me sentía como si las cadenas se hubieran roto y estuviera finalmente libre. Estaba fascinada con las nuevas  miradas de extrañeza en las caras de las personas, en lugar de las miradas de cazador que observa a su presa que antes había buscado. De repente un peso había sido quitado de mis hombros. No gastaba ahora todo el tiempo comprando, maquillándome, arreglándome el pelo y ejercitando mi cuerpo. Finalmente, era libre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

De todos los lugares, yo encontré mi Islam en el corazón de lo que algunos llaman “el lugar más escandaloso de la tierra”, lo que lo hace aún más querido y especial.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Pronto, comenzaron a aparecer noticias acerca de políticos, clérigos del Vaticano, libertarios, y los supuestos activistas de los derechos humanos y la libertad condenando al Hiyab (velo de la cabeza) como opresivo para las mujeres, un obstáculo para la integración y, más recientemente, como un funcionario egipcio lo llamó, “un signo de retraso”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yo lo encuentro como hipocresía rampante cuando algunas personas, y los supuestos grupos de derechos humanos, se apresuran a defender los derechos de las mujeres cuando algunos gobiernos imponen un cierto código de vestimenta sobre ellas; pero tales “guerreros de la libertad” miran hacia otro lado cuando las mujeres están siendo privadas de sus derechos, trabajos y educación sólo porque escogen ejercer su derecho de usar el Hiyab.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Actualmente aún soy feminista, pero una feminista musulmana, que hace un  llamado a las mujeres musulmanas para asumir sus responsabilidades al proveer todo el apoyo que puedan dar a sus esposos para sean unos buenos musulmanes; para que críen a sus hijos como musulmanes rectos, y así, una vez más, puedan ser faros de luz para toda la humanidad; para que cumplan con el bien –cualquier bien– y prohíban el mal –cualquier mal–; para que hablen lo que es correcto y para que levanten su voz en contra de todos los males; Para que luchen por nuestro derecho de vestir el Hiyab y para que complazcan a nuestro Creador de la forma que prefieran. Pero, igualmente importante es transmitir nuestra experiencia con el Hiyab hacia otras mujeres, quienes tal vez nunca han tenido la oportunidad de entender lo que vestir el Hiyab significa para nosotras y por qué, tan amorosamente, lo hemos adoptado.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Voluntaria o involuntariamente, las mujeres son virtualmente bombardeadas con estilos de “vestir poco o nada” por los medios de comunicación en todas partes del mundo. Como musulmana conversa, insisto en los derechos de las mujeres para saber igualmente acerca del Hiyab, sus virtudes, y la paz y felicidad que trae a la vida de la mujer como lo hizo con la mía. Ayer, el bikini era el símbolo de mi libertad, cuando en realidad sólo me liberaba de mi espiritualidad y verdaderos valores como ser humano respetable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

No podría estar más feliz de dejar mi bikini en South Beach y el “glamoroso” estilo de vida occidental para vivir en paz con mi Creador y disfrutar de vivir entre mis semejantes como una persona digna.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hoy, el Hiyab es el nuevo símbolo de la liberación de la mujer para saber quién es ella, cuál es su propósito, y el tipo de relación que desea tener con el Creador.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Para las mujeres que se rinden ante el horrible estereotipo en contra de la modestia islámica del Hiyab, yo les digo: ustedes no saben lo que se están perdiendo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sara Bokker, ancienne actrice et mannequin, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Je suis une Américaine, née au cœur des États-Unis.  J’ai grandi comme la plupart des filles d’ici, obsédée par l’envie de connaître la vie trépidante de la « grande ville ».  Un jour, je déménageai donc en Floride, puis à South Beach, à Miami, le point chaud de ceux qui cherchent à vivre « à fond », à un rythme effréné et palpitant.  Évidemment, je fis ce que font la plupart des filles de mon âge, en Amérique du Nord.  Ma préoccupation première résidait dans mon apparence et mon sex-appeal, fondant ma valeur personnelle et ma fierté sur l’attention que je recevais des gens en général.  Je m’entraînais rigoureusement et je devins professeur de conditionnement physique.  J’achetai une luxueuse résidence au bord de la mer, me mis à fréquenter régulièrement les plages, exhibant fièrement mon corps, bref, je menais la grande vie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Les années passèrent et je réalisai que plus je me concentrais sur mes atours féminins, moins je me sentais heureuse et moins j’étais satisfaite de ma vie.  J’étais esclave de la mode, j’étais prise en otage par mon apparence physique.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comme l’écart entre mon mode de vie et mon bonheur personnel progressait, je me réfugiai d’abord dans l’alcool et les fêtes, puis dans la méditation, l’activisme et les religions alternatives, ce qui, en fait, ne fit que progresser encore cet écart; ce dernier me sembla soudain aussi vaste qu’une vallée profonde.  Je compris que tous ces refuges ne servaient qu’à me distraire de ma réalité sans soulager mon malaise profond.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

En tant que féministe libertaire et activiste cherchant à rendre le monde meilleur pour tous, mon chemin croisa celui d’un autre activiste déjà connu dans le domaine de la réforme et de la justice sociales.  Je me joignis aux campagnes de mon nouveau mentor, dont certaines exigeaient des réformes électorales ou le respect de certains droits civiques, entre autres.  Mon activisme se transformait; maintenant, plutôt que de demander justice de façon sélective, je découvrais que des idéaux comme la justice, la liberté et le respect revenaient de droit à chaque être humain et que les intérêts personnels et les intérêts communs ne s’opposaient pas nécessairement.  Pour la première fois, je comprenais réellement ce que signifiait l’expression « tous sont créés égaux ».  Mais surtout, j’apprenais que pour voir le monde de façon globale et pour percevoir l’unité dans la création, il ne suffisait que d’avoir la foi.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Un jour, je tombai sur un livre généralement mal vu en Occident : le Coran.  Jusqu’à ce moment, j’avais toujours vaguement associé l’islam à des femmes recouvertes d’une « tente », à des batteurs de femmes, à des harems et au terrorisme.  Mais je fus séduite, tout d’abord, par le style et par l’approche du Coran, puis par sa vision de l’existence, de la création et de la relation entre le Créateur et Sa création.  Je trouvai que le Coran s’adressait au plus profond de mon cœur et de mon âme sans que j’eus besoin d’interprète ou de clergé pour le comprendre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Puis, je connus un moment de vérité : mon nouvel activisme se transforma en conversion à l’islam, mode de vie au sein duquel je sentis que je pouvais vivre en paix, en tant que musulmane pratiquante.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

J’achetai une jolie robe longue et un foulard semblables à ceux que portent les musulmanes et j’allai me promener, ainsi vêtue, sur ces mêmes rues et dans ces mêmes quartiers où, à peine quelques jours auparavant, j’avais déambulé en shorts, en bikini ou en « élégant » tailleur.  Bien que les gens, les visages et les commerces croisés fussent les mêmes, une chose était, elle, bien différente : la paix intense que je ressentais, en tant que femme, pour la toute première fois.  Je sentis que je venais de briser mes chaînes, que j’étais enfin libre.  Je me délectais du regard étonné des gens, qui avait remplacé les regards de convoitise que j’avais tant recherchés par le passé.  Un poids venait de quitter mes épaules.  Je cessai de perdre mon temps à faire du shopping, à choisir de nouvelles nuances de maquillage, à me faire coiffer et à m’éreinter au gym.  Enfin, j’étais libre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Puis, retentirent aux nouvelles et dans les journaux les voix de politiciens, d’hommes du clergé, de libertaires et de prétendus militants des droits de l’homme condamnant le hijab (foulard) des musulmanes comme opprimant, l’accusant d’être un obstacle à l’intégration sociale et, plus récemment, un politicien égyptien en a parlé comme d’un « signe d’arriération ».<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je trouve profondément hypocrite que de prétendus militants des droits de l’homme s’empressent de défendre les droits des femmes lorsque certains gouvernements cherchent à imposer un code vestimentaire modeste et que ces mêmes personnes fassent semblant de ne rien voir lorsque des femmes sont privées de leurs droits civiques, de leur droit d’accès à l’emploi et à l’éducation uniquement parce qu’elles choisissent de porter le hijab.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Aujourd’hui, je suis toujours féministe, mais une féministe musulmane qui appelle les musulmanes à assumer leurs responsabilités en apportant tout le soutien dont elles sont capables à leur mari afin que ces derniers soient de bons musulmans; en élevant leurs enfants dans l’islam afin que les musulmans redeviennent les phares de l’humanité; en invitant les gens au bien et en les détournant du mal; en ne disant que la vérité et en osant parler contre tous les maux; en se battant pour le droit au port du hijab et en faisant tout pour plaire à leur Créateur.  Et il est tout aussi important que nous, femmes musulmanes, parlions de notre expérience de femmes voilées aux autres femmes qui n’ont pas encore compris ce que cela signifie pour nous et la raison pour laquelle le respect de ce code vestimentaire est si cher à notre cœur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu’elles le veuillent ou non, les femmes sont bombardées d’images de mode sur lesquelles les mannequins ne portent pratiquement rien et ce, dans tous les médias, partout dans le monde.  En tant qu’ancienne non-musulmane, j’insiste sur le droit qu’ont les femmes de connaître le hijab, ses vertus, de même que la paix et le bonheur qu’il apporte dans la vie d’une femme, comme ce fut le cas pour moi.  Hier encore, le bikini était le symbole de ma liberté alors qu’en réalité, il ne me « libérait » que de ma spiritualité et des vraies valeurs que j’aurais dû avoir en tant qu’être humain.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Je ne pourrais être plus heureuse d’avoir abandonné mon bikini de South Beach et la vie « trépidante » que je menais pour vivre en paix avec mon Créateur et goûter au bonheur de vivre parmi les gens en toute dignité.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

De nos jours, le hijab est le nouveau symbole de la libération de la femme, qui l’aide à comprendre qui elle est réellement, la raison de son existence et le genre de lien qu’elle choisit d’avoir avec son Créateur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Aux femmes qui acceptent les stéréotypes véhiculés contre le code vestimentaire modeste encouragé par l’islam, je dis : vous ne savez pas ce que vous manquez.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sara Bokker, Ehemalige Schauspielerin und Modell, USA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Ich bin eine amerikanische Frau, die mitten im \"Herzen\" Amerikas geboren wurde.  Ich wuchs auf wie jedes andere Mädchen, fixiert auf den Glamour des Lebens in der \"Großstadt\".  Schließlich zog ich nach Florida und zum South Beach von Miami, einen Hotspot für diejenigen, die das \"Glamourleben\" suchen.  Natürlich tat ich das, was alle durchschnittlichen westlichen Mädchen tun.  Ich konzentrierte mich auf meine Erscheinung und meine Anziehungskraft, baute meinen Selbstwert darauf auf, wie viel Aufmerksamkeit mir von anderen zuteil wurde.  Ich arbeitete konsequent und wurde zu einem persönlichen Trainer, ich erwarb eine erhöhte Stelle am Wasser und wurde zu einem sich regelmäßig „ausstellenden\" Strandgänger und war in der Lage ein Leben „living - in - style\" zu erreichen. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Die Jahre vergingen, nur um sich darüber klar zu werden, dass meine Skala der Selbst-Erfüllung und des Glücks ins Rutschen geriet, je mehr ich in meiner „femininen Anziehungskraft\" fortschritt.  Ich war eine Sklavin der Mode.  Ich war eine Geisel meines Aussehens. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als die Kluft zwischen Selbst-Erfüllung und Lebensstil sich immer mehr zu weiten begann, flüchtete ich mich in Alkohol- und Meditationspartys, Aktivismus und alternative Religionen, nur um die kleine Lücke zu weiten, zu etwas, das ein Tal zu sein schien.  Schließlich stellte ich fest, dass es bloß ein Schmerzstiller und kein effektives Heilmittel war. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Als feministische Befreierin und Aktivistin, die eine bessere Welt für alle zum Ziel hat, kreuzte mein Weg den eines anderen Aktivisten, der bereits bei der Leitung von unterschiedslos fördernder Ursachen zu Reform und Gerechtigkeit für alle war.  Ich nahm an laufenden Kampagnen meines neuen Mentors teil, die zu jener Zeit unter anderen Wahlreform und Bürgerrecht beinhalteten.  Jetzt war mein neuer Aktivismus grundlegend anders.  Anstatt „selektiv\" Gerechtigkeit nur für einige zu befürworten, erfuhr ich, dass Ideale wie Gerechtigkeit, Freiheit und Respekt im wesentlichen universal sind und sein sollen und dass das eigene Wohl und das Gemeinwohl nicht im Konflikt stehen.  Zum ersten Mal erkannte ich, was es tatsächlich bedeutet, dass „alle Menschen gleich geschaffen worden waren\".  Aber was am wichtigsten ist, ich lernte, dass man nur Glauben braucht, um die Welt als eine zu sehen und um die Einheit in der Schöpfung zu sehen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Eines Tages stieß ich auf ein Buch, das im Westen negativ dargestellt wird – den Heiligen Qur´an.  Bis zu jenem Zeitpunkt war alles, was ich mit dem Islam verband, dass Frauen mit „Zelten\" bedeckt sind, geschlagen werden, Harems und eine Welt des Terrorismus.  Ich fühlte mich zuerst vom Stil des Qur´an angezogen und dann faszinierte mich seine Einsicht in Existenz, Leben, Schöpfung und die Beziehung zwischen Schöpfer und Schöpfung.   Ich fand dass der Qur´an sehr einsichtig das Herz und die Seele anspricht, ohne dass dafür ein Ausleger oder Pastor benötigt wird.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Schließlich traf mich ein Augenblick der Wahrheit: mein neu-gefundener Selbst-erfüllender Aktivismus war nichts mehr als bloß einem Glauben, der sich Islam nennt, beizutreten, in dem ich friedlich als \"funktioneller\" Muslim leben konnte.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich kaufte ein wunderschönes, langes Kleid und eine Kopfbedeckung, die den Bekleidungsvorschriften muslimischer Frauen ähnelte und ich ging durch dieselben Straßen und Nachbarschaften, durch die ich noch Tage zuvor in meinen Shorts, im Bikini oder \"elegant\" in westlicher Business Kleidung gegangen war.   Obwohl die Menschen, die Gesichter und die Läden dieselben geblieben sind, war eine Sache bemerkenswert anders: den Frieden, eine Frau zu sein, erfuhr ich zum allerersten Mal.  Ich fühlte mich, als wäre die Ketten zerbrochen und ich war schließlich frei.  Ich freute mich über die neuen, verwunderten Blicke in den Gesichtern der Menschen, anstelle der Blicke eines Jägers, der seine Beute beobachtet, die ich sonst gesucht hatte.  Plötzlich hatte sich das Gewicht von meinen Schultern gelüftet.  Ich verbrachte nicht länger Zeit mit Shoppen, Make-up, meinen Haaren und Funktionieren.  Ich war schließlich frei.  <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Von allen Orten fand ich mit meinem Islam im Herzen das, was manche als \"den skandalösesten Ort auf Erden\" bezeichnen, der alles noch lieber und spezieller macht. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Bald genug verbreiteten sich die Neuigkeiten über Politiker, Geistliche des Vatikan, Liberalisten und so-genannte Menschenrechtler und Friedensaktivisten, die das Hijab (Kopftuch) als Frauen unterdrückend, als Hindernis bei der sozialen Integration und wie es erst vor kurzem ein ägyptischer Funktionär nannte – „ein Zeichen für Rückständigkeit\",  verdammten.   <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich finde es eine unverschämte Heuchelei, wenn einige Menschen und so-genannte Menschenrechtsgruppen sich beeilen, die Rechte von Frauen zu verteidigen, wenn einige Regierungen Frauen einen bestimmten Bekleidungskodex auferlegen, und dann sehen solche \"Friedenskämpfer\" weg, wenn die Frauen ihrer Rechte, ihrer Arbeit und ihrer Bildung beraubt werden, nur weil sie wählten, ihr Recht wahrzunehmen, Hijab zu tragen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Heute bin ich immer noch eine Feministin, aber eine muslimische Feministin, die muslimische Frauen dazu aufruft, ihre Verantwortung zu übernehmen, ihre Männer so gut sie können dabei zu unterstützen, gute Muslime zu sein.  Ihre Kinder zu aufrechten Muslimen zu erziehen, damit sie wieder ein Leuchtfeuer für die ganze Menschheit sein werden.  Das Gute – alles Gute - zu gebieten und das Schlechte – alles Schlechte - zu verbieten.  Das Rechte zu sprechen und sich gegen alles Übel auszusprechen.  Für unser Recht darauf, Hijab zu tragen zu kämpfen und unseren Schöpfer zufrieden zu stellen, welche Art wir auch dazu wählen.  Aber genauso wichtig ist es, unsere Erfahrungen mit dem Hijab anderen Frauen mitzuteilen, die nie die Chance gehabt haben, zu verstehen, was es für uns bedeutet, Hijab zu tragen und warum wir es so sehr annehmen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Willentlich oder unwillentlich werden Frauen virtuell mit Moden wie \"bekleidet-mit-fast-nichts\" in jedem Kommunikationsmedium überall auf der Welt bombardiert.  Als Ex-Nicht-Muslim bestehe ich auf das Anrecht der Frauen, gleichermaßen über das Hijab, seine Werte und den Frieden und die Freude, die es dem Leben der Frau bringt, wie es mir ging, Bescheid zu wissen.   Gestern noch war der Bikini das Symbol meiner Freiheit, der mich tatsächlich nur von meiner Spiritualität und dem wahren Wert als respektiertes menschliches Wesen befreit hat. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ich könnte nicht glücklicher sein, als meinen Bikini in South Beach und den \"glamourösen\" westlichen Lebensstil einzutauschen, um in Frieden mit meinem Schöpfer zu leben und das Leben unter Mitmenschen als wertvolle Person zu genießen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Heute ist der Hijab das neue Symbol der Befreiung der Frau, um herauszufinden, wer sie ist, was der Sinn ihres Lebens ist und welche Art der Beziehung sie zu ihrem Schöpfer haben möchte.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Zu den Frauen, die sich dem hässlichen Stereotyp gegen den islamischen Anstand des Hijabs ergeben, sage ich: Ihr wisst nicht, was ihr verpasst. <\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Sara Bokker, Ex-atriz e Modelo, EUA<\/span><\/h1>\r\n

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Sou uma mulher americana que nasceu no centro do coração da América.  Cresci como qualquer outra garota, com idéia fixa no glamour da vida na “cidade grande”.  Finalmente me mudei para a Flórida e para a South Beach de Miami, um centro para aqueles que buscavam a “vida glamorosa”.  Naturalmente fiz o que a maioria das garotas americanas fazem.  Foquei em minha aparência e apelo, baseando meu próprio valor na quantidade de atenção que recebia dos outros.   Exercitei-me vigorosamente e me tornei uma personal trainer, adquiri uma residência cara de frente para o mar, me tornei uma frequentadora regular e exibicionista da praia e fui capaz de alcançar um estilo de vida confortável e elegante.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Anos se passaram para que eu percebesse que minha escala de autorealização e felicidade baixavam à medida que eu progredia em meu “apelo feminino”.  Era uma escrava da moda.  Era refém da minha aparência.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

À medida que o vazio continuava a avançar progressivamente entre minha autorealização e estilo de vida, meu refúgio foi do álcool e festas a meditação, ativismo e religiões alternativas, somente para que o pequeno vazio se ampliasse até o que parecia ser um vale. Finalmente percebi que tudo era apenas um analgésico, ao invés de um remédio eficaz.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Como feminista libertária e ativista que buscava um mundo melhor para todos, meu caminho se cruzou com o de outro ativista que já estava na liderança de indiscriminadamente promover causas de reforma e justiça para todos.  Juntei-me a campanhas em andamento de meu novo mentor que incluíam, na época, reformas eleitorais e direitos civis, entre outros.  Agora meu novo ativismo era fundamentalmente diferente.  Ao invés de advogar justiça de forma “seletiva” somente para alguns, aprendi que ideais como justiça, liberdade e respeito pretendem ser e são essencialmente universais e que o bem próprio e o bem comum não estão em conflito.   Pela primeira vez soube o que realmente significava que “todas as pessoas são criadas iguais”.  Mas o mais importante, aprendi que é preciso apenas fé para ver o mundo como um e ver a unidade na criação.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Um dia me deparei com um livro que é estereotipado de forma negativa no ocidente – o Alcorão Sagrado.  Até aquele momento tudo que associava como Islã era mulheres cobertas em “tendas”, espancadores de esposas, haréns e um mundo de terrorismo.  Fui atraída primeiro pelo estilo e abordagem do Alcorão e então me intriguei por sua perspectiva sobre existência, vida, criação e a relação entre Criador e criação.  Considerei o Alcorão uma abordagem muito criteriosa do coração e alma sem a necessidade de um intérprete ou pastor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Finalmente cheguei a um momento de verdade: meu recém-encontrado ativismo autorealizável não era nada além de abraçar uma fé chamada Islã, na qual eu poderia viver em paz como uma muçulmana “funcional”.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Comprei um belo vestido longo e um lenço lembrando o código de vestimenta da mulher muçulmana e caminhei pelas mesmas ruas e vizinhanças em que poucos dias antes tinha caminhado em meus shorts, biquínis ou trajes “elegantes” de negócios. Embora as pessoas, os rostos e as lojas continuassem os mesmos, uma coisa estava notavelmente diferente: a paz que experimentei pela primeira vez de ser uma mulher.  Senti como se as correntes tivessem sido quebradas e eu finalmente estivesse livre.  Estava encantada com os novos olhares de admiração nos rostos das pessoas em substituição aos olhares de um caçador observando sua presa, que eu antes buscava.  Repentinamente um peso foi retirado de meus ombros.  Não passava mais todo meu tempo consumido em compras, maquiagem, fazendo meu cabelo e me exercitando.  Finalmente, era livre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

De todos os lugares, encontrei meu Islã no coração do que alguns chamam de “lugar mais escandaloso na terra”, o que faz tudo mais querido e especial.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Logo começaram as notícias sobre políticos, clérigos do Vaticano, libertários e supostos ativistas de direitos humanos e liberdade condenando o Hijab (véu) como sendo opressivo para as mulheres, um obstáculo à integração social e, mais recentemente, como um funcionário egípcio o chamou – “um sinal de atraso.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Acho uma enorme hipocrisia quando algumas pessoas e supostos grupos de direitos humanos correm para defender os direitos das mulheres quando alguns governos impõem certo código de vestimenta às mulheres e que esses mesmos “combatentes pela liberdade” olhem para o outro lado quando mulheres estão sendo privadas de seus direitos, de trabalho e educação só porque escolheram exercer seu direito de usar o Hijab.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hoje continuo a ser uma feminista, mas uma feminista muçulmana, que conclama as mulheres muçulmanas a assumirem suas responsabilidades em prover todo o suporte que puderem a seus maridos, para que sejam bons muçulmanos.  Educar seus filhos como muçulmanos dignos que possam iluminar toda a humanidade mais uma vez.  Desfrutar do bem – qualquer bem – e proibir o mal – qualquer mal. Falar com retidão e se levantar contra qualquer mal. Lutar por nosso direito de usar o Hijab e agradar nosso Criador da maneira que escolhermos.  Mas é também muito importante que levemos nossa experiência com o Hijab a mulheres que nunca tiveram a chance de entender o que significa usá-lo e por que nós, de forma tão querida, o abraçamos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Queiram ou não as mulheres são virtualmente bombardeadas com estilos de “vestir do mínimo a nada” em todos os meios de comunicação em todos os lugares no mundo.  Como uma ex-não-muçulmana, insisto no direito das mulheres de igualmente saberem sobre o Hijab, suas virtudes e a paz e felicidade que traz à vida de uma mulher, como fez comigo.  Ontem o biquíni foi o símbolo de minha liberdade, quando na realidade somente me liberava de minha espiritualidade e valor verdadeiro como um ser humano respeitável.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Não poderia estar mais feliz em deixar de lado meu biquíni em South Beach e o estilo de vida “glamoroso” ocidental para viver em paz com meu Criador e desfrutar da vida entre os seres humanos como uma pessoa de valor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hoje o Hijab é o novo símbolo de liberação da mulher para descobrir quem ela é, qual seu propósito, e o tipo de relação que ela escolhe ter com seu Criador.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Para as mulheres que se rendem ao repulsivo estereótipo contra a modéstia islâmica do hijab, eu digo: você não sabe o que está perdendo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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