That is definately interesting, but I'll share an example. I used to attend a strict, fanatical (by now, thankfully shut-down) Islamic school in Mississauga when I first arrived in Canada, thanks to my grandmother's persistence.
The uniform was a white hijab, an uncomfortable full-sleeved sweater, an ankle-length gray wool skirt and thick white tights. The Peel Board had recently mandated a compulsary phys-ed program into seperate schools at the time, so all of us were to run around, and for the sake of modesty, remain in that atrociously uncomfortable get-up during that time.
So, the boys would wear t-shirts and shorts, and run around outside with their soccer balls, while we had to remain in the stuffy, non-air-conditioned 'gym' inside (carpeted) and were expected to play with the same agility and endurance that the boys were able to.
Needless to say, that didn't last too long. My case however, involved having to do something against my will in clothing I was not too fond of donning, the alternative being a failing grade. On the other hand, I salute this young woman's persistence, as well as the actions of her peers.
You might be interested to know that I wore a hijab till I was 13, out of my own will. My father was highly opposed to it because he felt it made me fanatical, and my mother had a difficult time getting used to it. When I decided that Islam wasn't for me, my father rejoiced and my mother complained like you wouldn't believe, it was an interesting experience.
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Date: 2007-02-26 02:50 pm (UTC)The uniform was a white hijab, an uncomfortable full-sleeved sweater, an ankle-length gray wool skirt and thick white tights. The Peel Board had recently mandated a compulsary phys-ed program into seperate schools at the time, so all of us were to run around, and for the sake of modesty, remain in that atrociously uncomfortable get-up during that time.
So, the boys would wear t-shirts and shorts, and run around outside with their soccer balls, while we had to remain in the stuffy, non-air-conditioned 'gym' inside (carpeted) and were expected to play with the same agility and endurance that the boys were able to.
Needless to say, that didn't last too long. My case however, involved having to do something against my will in clothing I was not too fond of donning, the alternative being a failing grade. On the other hand, I salute this young woman's persistence, as well as the actions of her peers.
You might be interested to know that I wore a hijab till I was 13, out of my own will. My father was highly opposed to it because he felt it made me fanatical, and my mother had a difficult time getting used to it. When I decided that Islam wasn't for me, my father rejoiced and my mother complained like you wouldn't believe, it was an interesting experience.
P.S: SCRABBLE.
-Sidra