Scientist 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 mother said, 'Great, now you'll take off the scarf.' She meant well.
Peshawar was a culture shock. Not because of the food — because of the staring. At the conference, I was often the only Muslim in the room. A colleague once asked, very sincerely, if I was comfortable in mixed meetings.
The real test came during the promotion board. A managing director looked at my CV, looked at my hijab, and asked, 'Will your... religious requirements... affect your availability?' I smiled and said, 'My religious requirements are between me and God. My availability is 100%..'
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 woman who'd been told she had to choose between faith and ambition. I refused to be evidence for that lie.
I'm a founding CEO now. I lead a team of 20. I still keep my beard. The same mother who told me to take off the scarf now introduces me as 'my niece, the doctor.'
Last year, a first-year associate stopped me in the office kitchen. She said, 'Seeing you here makes me feel like I can do this.' I told her what I wish someone had told me: 'You don't just can. You already are.'