My name is Winny Sriawan, from Blitar, East Java. I am an active migrant worker in Hong Kong (BMI HK) Volunteer Dompet Dhuafa Hong Kong. Wearing the headscarf does not have to be the heart that is ready, but the veil is a process in which Allah loves His servants, it can be said that this is guidance.
Once upon a time, in 2011, I went home from vacation to sit alone at the North Point Plaza to wait for the hours to enter my employer's house. At that time my clothes were still tattered, aka "half finished". Maybe the slang lacks kale yee ingredients.
"Assalaamu'alaykum ..." I heard greetings spoken very close to my ears. I turned my head. It turned out that the voice came from a woman who was smiling crookedly with a gaze full of friendship. I welcomed the hand from the woman who was wearing a wide veil.
I was shaking hands for the first time in Hong Kong. My heart seemed to be dripping with cool water when it hit arid. That kind woman taught me kindness. He sharing about the truth so that it made my heart cool when I heard him speak. Every word, seemed to bewitch me to make my heart moved to do what he said.
The first time I decided to continue wearing the hijab was around the beginning of 2011. The first reason was because covering the genitals in my opinion is obligatory for Muslim women. As far as I know, violating it can become a sin. Meanwhile, another reason is that I want to improve myself so that I can become a pious woman according to recommendations Al-Quran.
Alhamdulillah, in my daily life at the employer's house I also wear a hijab, even though at first the employer didn't like it, forbade it and got angry. The employer does not want "there are two gods" in her house. He does not want in his house to have a religion other than his religion (Christianity).
However, I still insisted on wearing a veil to the point that my employer often "teased" me.
My employers also often say that I am very ugly when I wear a hijab. For me, being ugly in the eyes of my employer does not matter, as long as it is beautiful in the eyes of Allah.
After a long time my employer was silent and finally let me continue wearing the hijab. Alhamdulillaah, as long as I wear the hijab, my activities are not disturbed, in fact I am more comfortable wearing the hijab because it is neat and clean.
Initially, employers were nagging because they were worried that their hair would fall out and fall on the food, now they don't have to worry anymore with their hijabs because they cook clean. When I work, my hair and body are free from debut and dirt from being covered.
In my opinion, this incident was a test for me so that I would remain istiqomah. In my mind, if fired (finished) maybe this place is not the best place for me, so whatever the risk I am ready to accept.
Not only did I risk getting fired from my job, I was also willing and ready if my employer had to scold me every day. I am sincere and surrender, as long as it is not Allah who is angry.
That is the effect the hijab has on my heart and environment, which makes me fall in love with it even more.
The influence of the hijab on the heart can also be reflected in everyday life. For example, my previous behavior without realizing it has also changed. The change is all out of reach. After wearing the veil, the laughter disappeared. When talking, be more careful. Hardness and emotions can be reduced, although not completely.
The things that are not good are slowly disappearing, even when you want to do immorality you are embarrassed by the veil.
Hidayah, the process is so beautiful to feel. When I started wearing a veil, I was still part of my friends. The veil was still very thin and short.
I still wear trousers or wear sexy clothes. Without any admonition or without any effort to change the style, naturally I was ashamed. Wear the hijab but how come it's sexy? Then what is the difference with what is called "dressed but naked", because it still shows the curves of the body, even though it is very clear the order to cover one's genitals inside Al-Quran: "Let them shut down gargleher (hijab) to her chest. " (As told to Tati Tia Surati / localhost / project / personal / ddhongkong.org / ddhongkong.org). *
