#niquaby

[yonderly02]

meet the first four of my friend group♡ - - - - - - - - - - - - #art #artistic #illustration #drawing #sketch #dailysketch #autodesksketchbook #niquaby #hijaby #pretty #friends #digitalart #cute #chibi #artofinsta #adorable https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmodsx_Iaia/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

sigh. velrisa my best friend ever

[wildsummerrose]

Aren't burning halos kind of definitionally the will of God? 

“but shrouded black figures are scary!” not when ur muslim. its the funniest fucking thing. this is labeled on pinterest under shit like “classic horror” “scary phone wallpaper”

but that LITERALLY just looks like a niqabi or someone in a jilbab. Like Look at this pic of me (from a self photoshoot, now w/o the dramatic lighting and dark background)

or this pic of me

or this pic of me

like its so funny i can’t be scared of shrouded figures it just looks like me.

[mossisconfused]

Me when the character that appears like twice

Dust deserved better than what she was given in the comics. Niquabi women are allowed to be fun and have a personality and be well represented.

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

i feel like i don't post enogh content about my oc, even though I mostly post only about her, so here's me randomly telling fun facts about Azedi since she has been growing in my brain like a tumor.

Azedi has ADHD

Azedi is a fast learner, but not a fast thinker. She can learn entrie leanguages in weeks but often can't think of what to eat or what to wear

Azedi loves girl-talking, like gossip and talking about feminine things, even if she is a butch

Azedi has a very strong stomach. she had to survive in the jungle alone for a long time so her stomach had to adapt itself. That also caused Azedi, mostly her youngerself, to like to try to put everything she thinks is edible in her mouth, just to test it

Azedi loves shining and glittery things, like stars and jewels (or Liquid's eyes)

Azedi, unlike her Foxhaund coworkers, can't fucking stand winter and cold weathers. She cant imagine herself going around with crop tops or topless during cold weathers, and can't understand why her lover Liquid does it without any problems

Azedi is very good at Kurdish traditional dances

Azedi is a compulsive kleptomaniac, due to stealing being her only source of providement for herself when she lived in the wild

when Azedi was still just a concept, I originally thought to make her another telepath, just like Mantis. Also, this version of Azedi would have been a niquabi, and she would have had some sort of powers that I never really thought of, because I threw that idea before she could become a reality, since I didn't know what animal I could give her as a codename

Azedi's favorite food is strawberry ice cream. the first time she ate it was when it was offered to her by Miller on Mother Base, and it became her biggest love since then

Azedi, after being out of prison, adopted a ton of stray cats, and called them names that you wouldn't give to a cat at all, like arab human names or bad words

Azedi's name means freedom in Kurdish, wich isn't entirely true since the real word for freedom in Kurdish is "Azadi". but it's too late to change it now, and Azedi just sounds better on her. so I just imagined that when she changed her name into Azedi she pronunciated with the e in the middle so everyone had always written or thought that it was "Azedi" and not "Azadi".

[goodguydotmp3]

I haven't forgot about you, niquabi wearing a puffer at the train station. You looked so sick floating to you train and I wish I felt comfortable enough in my art to capture that amount of swagg

[trivalentlinks]

#oh! my secondary school had a good number of niquabi muslims - including my sixth form best friend. #despite the uniformity identification i actually found it weirdly a lot easier than you'd think.

#it's a bit like telling apart identical twins - learned skill but entirely possible #and once i learned to do it for one person (or pair) all the others get easier to mentally sort as well. #just gotta focus on certain details in a specific way.

(via @the-tomorrow-road)

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[goblin-brainslave]

Oh my GOODNESS

That niquabi post...!

[cleverclove]

Oh don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about dream SMP at all, never watched it

I’m more concerned about the other youtubers who remain faceless, like the cool ones. I’m afraid that they’ll take this drama to heart and never reveal their faces because of the toxic reactions from these MCYT fans

Yeah it really does suck :/ you see this sort of trash with Corpse Husband too. Honestly there’s so much pressure with lots of youtubers to reveal their face. It’s especially insidious when it’s directed at niquabi creators like Ninja Mommy or Mubina from MehdinaTV. The culture that forces content creators to work hard as it is to reveal their face that could hold many insecurities is honestly so toxic and i hate it.

[tsubomipsycho100]

i think I should draw my niquabi OCs more I love them

[tanukihunt]

What I do for my albino characters are light layers and coverings to not just stay cool but also not need much sunscreen! My Cyberican Acemaker is an albino Death-Breather, and he's a Mandalorian so he normally wears his armor unless he's inside. But outside he's got a head wrap, coverings on his body... He almost looks like a niquabi only he's a man so he's not that- but Smokescreen can do that!

RANT 10 -

Humanformer AU:

This one is an interesting one. I made it so my readers have a lot more control than I do, which I think it fun. But that also means I don't have much to say.

Though I did learn the people with albinoism have horrible resistance to the sun. And Smokescreen is an albino human who lives in a desert...

Sunscreen for days! Expect with my "Smokescreen has sensory issues" headcannon, that just makes things worse. He either feels icky because he has sunscreen all over himself, or he deals with the pain of a massive sunburn.

June definitely does what she can to keep Smokescreen safe and healthy. And unburned.

[yonderly02]

My friend group is a lill bit big - - - - - - - - - - - - #art #artistic #illustration #drawing #sketch #dailysketch #autodesksketchbook #niquaby #hijaby #pretty #friends #digitalart #cute #chibi #artofinsta #adorable https://www.instagram.com/p/CoH1hp1IkMw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gonetothemoon]

I keep getting this niquabi woman showing up on my tiktok fyp. So showing your face is immodest but discussing intimate details of your life in public videos is not? Also her husband seems dumb.

[byebyebisopod]

seeing hijabis/niquabis makes me miss wearing my headscarf lowkey

[leam1983]

Good vibes?

Alright, I'm game.

My alma mater was Montreal's largest Francophone campus, and it connected to the city's subway network. It made my years there feel like I had the privilege to spend eight hours a day in a vibrant cultural hub, where everyone's origins, dialects, faiths and varying degrees of education were all enmeshed together. To this day, my idea of Montreal isn't complete if I can't hear Haitian Creole off of some guy's smartphone and then turn the corner to hear three older guys discussing the latest Canadiens match in Farsi.

So. As mentioned before, I'm disabled. Mild Cerebral Palsy with spastic displegia, so I don't handle long distances on foot or crowds super well without my cane. Problem is, I was a twenty-one year-old frosh stupid enough to forget his cane while heading out to the vending machines during peak traffic in the underground pedway. Long story short; I probably would've gone back home covered in bruises, if not for two girls who realized I needed help and who used their time and some artifices of their faith to momentarily shield me while I caught my breath.

I don't remember much of it. I'm five feet five and maybe a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, but I remember someone jostling me, pushing against my shoulder hard enough to make me fall. I remember vague apologies and the sensation of twisting my wrist while struggling to pick myself up while scuttling out of the way...

What I do clearly remember is two pairs of niqab-wearing arms pulling me off to the side of the corridor, where two prayer mats had been set up. I didn't see much of them, but I do remember the larger of the two girls could've probably lifted me off the ground for a few seconds. You could see it in her shoulders, and in the way her dark eyes sort of glinted at me as she smiled.

"You alright?" she asked me. "You almost got trampled over!"

My glasses were miraculously fine - thank fuck for plastic frames - but I probably looked more like Louis Tully than anything else. I muttered a few thanks and tried to gather my bookbag, thinking I was probably bothering them. The second one stops me, shows me her watch.

"Prayer time always falls with one of the rushes for transit between auditoriums!" she explains over the noise. "Stay with us while we finish, you'll be in the clear once we're done!"

They went back to their prayers, and I realized their presence created a buffer zone of sorts, of about two, maybe three inches past their personal belongings. People wanted to glide past the two Muslim girls in full niquab without so much as a glance - and it was going to keep me safe while the throng passed.

So I sat and waited, let my scraped palm start to register and sting and tried to focus more on their prayers than the surrounding noise - and tried to ignore the way people looked at me. I've always been looked at, I have a bad limp and a lazy eye and stairs scare the fuck out of me - but this was different. In a worse way than usual. A disabled nonbeliever apparently hobnobbing with two niquabi - and a male one, at that, obviously struck folks as being super weird. A few minutes later, the corridor was empty and I felt safe enough to move. I thanked both girls, packed up and left. That was it for a few days, and then I saw them again. I just waved, at first. They nodded back, always with that warm squint, that slight postural change.

Eventually, we started talking. Raissa was 23 and was working on a Masters in Mineral Chemistry, with an eye on a few companies operating shale gas wells, north of the province. Maryam was 22. She was built like a fridge but much, much warmer. She wanted to teach Preschool.

We've kept contact. They've both succeeded.

Eventually, Raissa asked me why I hadn't really prodded them about their faith or their choice to go with full cover. Being a hopeless nerd, I emailed her back asking her if she'd watched The Mandalorian.

She didn't make the obvious inference immediately, which amused me - and asked me why.

I told her things didn't usually end well for anyone who saw a son or daughter of Mandalore without their helmet on. If one of them was seen without it, they were ejected from the clan and creed altogether. Plus, they're brought up to be full-spectrum warriors, so if one of them says No touchie about their helmet, then you do as you're told. I reminded Raissa of Maryam's stories about her cannonball arm, during her High School dodgeball matches...

They're badasses, in my book. End of.

Most people I know who have reservations against niqab-wearing Muslims are typically worried about body language. Intentionality is one of the bigger things that come up, whenever the Muslim faith comes back up on the local Talk Radio circles. We're up to, what, twenty years of superhero movie domination, twenty years of buff dudes emoting behind full-face CGI replacements - and people STILL get the creeps with loose black fabric?!

Oh, and they both ran in my remote D&D group, amusingly against type. Raissa played as a hyper-expressive female Goliath barbarian, and Maryam was a petite Gnomish botanist.

Badasses, like I said.

With a tip of the hat to @the-eldritch-it-gay...

I think if I put aside like, the poltical and hateful aspect of it, part of the reason people react so strongly and are so frightened of me when I’m in public is because of horror. Like. Their immediete association with a faceless human shaped figure draped in all black is more like

like straight up im pretty sure if you asked people on campus they would have a “ghost story” of their experience seeing a terrifying ghost but in reality it was just me like, getting some mail or working at night. its interesting how peoples brains in my experience jump to “holy fuck a ghost” and start screaming as being the most logical interpretation of seeing me instead of “hey maybe its a muslim woman”.

Anyways this is all to say if I saw a shadow demon or grim reaper i would probably be psyched and say “Assalam alaikum” and then go about my day.