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Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh,

While I was on the bus heading home I found that there was a considerable amount of noise. I mean this is typical on a bus, I am aware. However the source of the noise was not where you expected: boys. No rather it was a group of Hijabi girls. Now sisters I am aware the notion to be quiet like mice doesn't sit very well in modern, "feminist" society however we must be careful in what we are saying in public.

But I would like to point out that the reason why I did not expect girls to be making noise is because we as women are regarded as pearls and we have to protect our awrah , this however does not mean that boys are supposed to make noise, no it just means that as women we are supposed to have more modesty as we are , (lack of a better word) more alluring to men, that men are to us.

In general we, male or female should be conscious of what we portray Islam to be. Wearing a juba, or a Hijab identifies you with Islam therefore we as muslims should be careful and conscious of what we do.

This is just my observation...we as muslims are meant to portray peace and invite others to join therefore we must acknowledge that as muslims we are the representatives and what we do, people will take that as what a muslim is like. That means we have to behave in a certain way.  I know I know im generalising but there is an element of truth there right?

I'm aware sometimes we forget and that's normal so don't beat yourself up if you realise your just a little bit too loud, just turn it down a notch and maybe inform your friends aswell.. InshaAllah it should be in our heads that behaving abrasively is not how a muslim should behave like..

This goes on to ha'yaah (shame) we should be conscious of what we do in public and make sure we are not trying to draw attention to ourselves.

The Prophet (s) told us that eemaan (faith) has seventy branches, the highest of which is Laa ilaaha illa Allaah and the lowest of which is removing something harmful from the road, and he added, “Hayaa’ (having a sense of shame) is part of eemaan.” When we study hayaa’ in Islam, we begin to see clearly that its definition goes far beyond mere “modesty,” as it is often translated, but it includes a more broad definition that is probably more adequately translated as “a sense of shame.”

-http://islamww.com/bb/index.php?showtopic=142

Related sources- www.mansoorah.com

JazakAllah Khairan.

Wasalaam

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