I want to wear Islamic clothing… but I don’t want to look like anyone else.

“My problem isn’t with the clothes…
My problem is that every time I look for Islamic clothing,
I feel like I have to give up a part of myself.

Style? No.
Comfort? No.
The color I love? No.
“Because it’s Islamic, that’s it?!”

I want to wear Islamic clothing… but I don’t want to be a copycat.
I don’t want to wear something that makes me feel like I’ve disappeared.
Or something that makes me feel like I’m wearing a role that’s not mine.

I used to search for hours.
All the websites looked the same.
Either formal and heavy, or too babyish…
And I’m not that… I’m somewhere in the middle.
Calm… but I have a sparkle.
Delicate… but I don’t let myself go.
Modest… but not rigid.

I am simply… me.

Until I found  “Oswa.”

And it didn’t happen suddenly.
I wasn’t just looking and asking,
I was looking for a feeling…
And I didn’t know. Why, this site made me feel like it understood me.

The pictures don’t say, “Change yourself.”

They say, “Restore yourself.”

The skirts are flared… lightness.

The bottoms are simple… tasteful.

The colors don’t shout… whisper.

I ordered the first outfit…
But I was afraid.

Afraid I was repeating an old experience that would let me down again.

But when the outfit arrived…
and I put it on,
I looked at myself in the mirror.

And for the first time…
I didn’t see “a woman walking along the wall.”

I saw a girl walking on her own path…

Since then, I’ve been learning.

I still ask questions every day.

I still mess up, adjust, and experiment.

But I learned one thing:

Islamic dress doesn’t have to bury you?

It can liberate you… if you find someone who looks like you.

Why is this story different?

Because it doesn’t offer a solution…

It opens a door.

A door for everyone. A girl who doesn’t want to compromise to conform, who doesn’t pressure herself to please, and who doesn’t walk a path that doesn’t suit her.

“Oswa” doesn’t tell you to dress like this.

She tells you: Dress as you are… but be real.