Professor by Day, Muslim by Design
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in law. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When I got into fed the neighbourhood for three years, my aunt said, 'Great, now you'll assimilate.' He meant well.
Boston was a culture shock. Not because of the food — because of the staring. At the law firm, I was often the only hijabi in the room. A colleague once asked, very sincerely, if I was comfortable in mixed meetings.
The real test came during client pitches. A programme director looked at my CV, looked at my hijab, and asked, 'Will your... religious requirements... affect your availability?' I smiled and said, 'The same way I handle everything — with excellence..'
The hardest moment wasn't bias from others. It was the voice in my own head during a back-to-back client meetings, whispering, 'Would this be easier without it?' And the honest answer was: probably.
But I thought about every Muslim man who'd been told he had to choose between faith and ambition. I refused to be evidence for that lie.
I'm a department head now. I published in three journals. I still pray five times a day. The same aunt who told me to assimilate now introduces me as 'my niece, the doctor.'
Last year, a medical student in hijab stopped me in the conference hallway. He said, 'Seeing you here makes me feel like I can do this.' I told him what I wish someone had told me: 'You don't just can. You already are.'