I have assorted a generous collection of hijabs over the years, and one thing I’ve noticed is they all have their own distinct personalities. Some wrap around like the arms of your best friend, soft and comforting. Some are loud and flamboyant. Some are more subtle. Some hijabs are a pain to have around, high maintenance maharanis, always requiring adjusting and fixing and never staying put. Some are a complete joy to wear, completely flexible, never pulling at the jaw, or gaping at random areas.
Some have sentimental value, like the one my friend borrowed from me when she took her shahada. The colors matched her outfit perfectly and I always smile whenever I wear it.
A few are made of somewhat coarse material, but what they lack in refinement they make up for in sheer beauty.
Some I take leave of with a sigh of relief, others I never want to stop wearing. A few fall through the cracks, and I stumble upon them waiting patiently for me to discover them again after weeks or months. Others sit on top of the pile, always calling to me loudly because I’ve fallen into a well-worn groove of wearing three or four hijabs that always work.
Some are great for working out in, some are perfect for parties, some are subtle and refined for everyday work wear, and some are just plain…weird.
Regardless, I kinda love them all. A lot.