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the veil - another meaning (x-posted from lds-grads)

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I haven't had a chance yet to read the post closely, but this reminds me of the times that I've had to (grudgingly, resentfully, unhappily) wear a headscarf. Quite a contrast to the joy and acceptance I felt when I received my garments. (I'm finally a "real" Mormon!)

I've learned to separate out when Muslim women wear a headscarf because they *want* to (as a symbol of their commitment made as
adults) from when they *have* to (my little girl nieces-in-law) because it happens to be a village custom, or out of respect, like
when I've visited mosques in various countries. That's different from wearing a headscarf because it's proscribed by law either de
facto (Saudi Arabia, Iran) or de jure (post-Taliban Afghanistan, Iraq).

Kind of like potential brides deciding whether or not to wear a veil - it's tradition, rarely obligatory, and now far removed from
its original meaning.

So why do I do I feel like flinging off my headscarf whenever I visit my in-laws and yet my g's make me feel cozy and safe, despite
the parallels between the two? Maybe because wearing a headscarf is not my choice, and g's are. Maybe because a headscarf carries all
the weight of oppression and (in)visibility, and g's are personal, intimate, hidden, and a sign of worthiness and protection. Maybe
because the compromises (looking like a Malaysian exchange student, not be able to hear on the phone properly, constant adjusting and
tugging, overheating in the sun) are more irritating for a headscarf than for my g's (purging some too short skirts and shorts).

If, as the post argues, covering up equals autonomy and liberation in religious life, then I'd do it.

I guess.

Authority on Her Head
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