Scientist by Day, Muslim by Design
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in media. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When I got into taught 500 children, my uncle said, 'Great, now you'll shave the beard.' He meant well.
Ottawa was a culture shock. Not because of the cold — because of the staring. At the university, I was often the only person in Islamic dress in the room. A colleague once asked, very sincerely, if I was able to attend the Christmas party.
The real test came during the tenure committee. A senior partner looked at my CV, looked at my hijab, and asked, 'Are you sure this is the right fit for someone with your... background?' 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 professor now. I teach the next generation. I still wear hijab. The same uncle who told me to shave the beard now introduces me as 'my son, the lawyer.'
Last year, a trainee in a kufi stopped me in the office kitchen. 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.'