Why I Shed Bikini for Niqab: The New Symbol of Women’s Liberation

Why I Shed Bikini for Niqab: The New Symbol of Women’s Liberation

By Sara Bokker

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 religiously 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.

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.

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.

By now it was September 11, 2001. As I witnessed the ensuing barrage on Islam, Islamic values and culture, and the infamous declaration of the “new crusade,” I started to notice something called Islam. Up until that point, all I had associated with Islam was women covered in “tents,” wife beaters, harems, and a world of terrorism.

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 means. But most importantly, I learned that it only takes faith to see the world as one and to see the unity in creation.

One day I came across a book that is negatively stereotyped in the West–The Holy Qur’an. I was first attracted by the style and approach of the Qur’an, and then intrigued by its outlook on existence, life, creation, and the relationship between Creator and creation. I found the Qur’an to be a very insightful address to heart and soul without the need for an interpreter or pastor.

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.

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–I was not–nor was 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.

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.

While content with Hijab I became curious about Niqab, seeing an increasing number of Muslim women in it. I asked my Muslim husband, whom I married after I reverted to Islam, whether I should wear Niqab or just settle for the Hijab I was already wearing. My husband simply advised me that he believes Hijab is mandatory in Islam while Niqab is not. At the time, my Hijab consisted of head scarf that covered all my hair except for my face, and a loose long black gown called “Abaya” that covered all my body from neck to toe.

A year-and-a-half passed, and I told my husband I wanted to wear Niqab. My reason, this time, was that I felt it would be more pleasing to Allah, the Creator, increasing my feeling of peace at being more modest. He supported my decision and took me to buy an “Isdaal,” a loose black gown that covers from head to toe, and Niqab, which covers all my head and face except for my eyes.

Soon enough, news started breaking about politicians, Vatican clergymen, libertarians, and so-called human rights and freedom activists condemning Hijab at times, and Niqab at others as being oppressive to women, an obstacle to social integration, and more recently, as an Egyptian official called it–“a sign of backwardness.”

I find it to be a blatant hypocrisy when Western governments and so-called human rights groups rush to defend woman’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 Niqab or Hijab. Today, women in Hijab or Niqab are being increasingly barred from work and education not only under totalitarian regimes such as in Tunisia, Morocco, and Egypt, but also in Western democracies such as France, Holland, and Britain.

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 Niqab or Hijab and to please our Creator whichever way we chose. But just as importantly to carry our experience with Niqab or Hijab to fellow women who may never have had the chance to understand what wearing Niqab or Hijab means to us and why do we, so dearly, embrace it.

Most of the women I know wearing Niqab are Western reverts, some of whom are not even married. Others wear Niqab without full support of either family or surroundings. What we all have in common is that it is the personal choice of each and every one of us, which none of us is willing to surrender.

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.

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. It is why I choose to wear Niqab, and why I will die defending my inalienable right to wear it. Today, Niqab is the new symbol of woman’s liberation.

To women who surrender to the ugly stereotype against the Islamic modesty of Hijab, I say: You don’t know what you are missing.

Sara Bokker is a former actress/model/fitness instructor and activist. 

Racial profiling on Muslim women

Racial profiling on Muslim women

By Ameena Drammeh, age 14

Published in first issue of Youth Community Report on August 27, 2011

Introduction: Assalamulakum. My name is Ameena Drammeh. I am 14 years old. My subject is Equality and Gender Issues, and my topic is Racial Profiling on Muslim Women. The reason I chose this topic is because, I came across an article in the New York Post earlier this week that talks about a Muslim woman who was targeted, assaulted, beaten, pushed to the floor, had racial slurs hurled at her including being called a terrorist and had her Islamic clothing torn off, all of this just because she happened to be a Muslim. Now this is something I can relate to because I am an American Muslim girl just like her. I found it painful to know that we live in a free country where we are still not truly free to practice our religious freedom.

This has been a long history of injustice being ignored which has only intensified after 9/11. From the beginning of time women have always been the inferior of the human sexes, much less being a Muslim woman. There were many incidents targeting Muslims in America. Some of the most recent incidents include: a restaurant in Alabama which hung a sign that stated restaurant only safe if no Muslims inside; a hatred truck that had Anti-Muslim bumper stickers; a NY Imam assaulted on the New York Train; a 24 year old man accused of threatening to cut a woman and her infant in Seattle because she is Muslim.

Student journalists for Muslim Community Report appear on Bronxnet on Sept. 23. From left to Right, Reem Salym, Ameena Drammeh and Fatima Balde from the Islamic Leadership School in Bronx, New York


I don’t think I need I go further; I believe you got the picture. Troubling, horrific, incidents happen much too often, whether we are aware of it or not, whether we care about it or not, whether it affects us or not, or whether you know a victim or have been a victim yourself.

I was born in America. I grew up in an Islamic School, so I never had the outside experience as some of my peers in a public setting, yet I feel like a victim because I cannot imagine leaving my house without wearing proper Islamic clothing or my hijab, much less having it ripped off me and plummeted to the ground. It is like having your identity forcefully taken away, and leaving you naked.

This particular story about the woman in the article really tore at my heart so much so that I had to raise awareness and talk about it. It had quite an impact on me because I am a Muslim, and it was something I could relate to.

Many of the victims of racial profiling are left traumatized. They feel hopeless that they will ever be free to practice their religion peacefully, without being accosted in the street.

This is a huge problem not only here in America but worldwide. And the question is what can we do collectively as Muslims to dissipate or eradicate this long standing and painful dilemma that affects so many? There are no quick fixes to this long standing struggle, nor is there just one solution. There are no right answers, but only our collective efforts to educate our non-Muslim friends about true Islam and Muslims. We as Muslims need to put forth our best effort and be the best example, so that the enemies of Islam can no longer prevail, hence, a peaceful co-existence among all. Thank You! Assalamulakum.

 Ameena Drammeh is a student at the Islamic Leadership School, the only Islamic school in the Bronx.