So Hejabii comes from the actual arabic/islamic term of referring to a woman modestly covered "hijaab". I'm really not sure about the spelling so i just tried to spell it how it sounds!
Right so this is of relevance because I want my blog to celebrate this new modern muslim fashion and instead of being known for the girl in the black i want to be known as a hejabii :)
   I want to begin by clearing up the whole speculation that surrounds a woman of the islamic faith. I am a born Muslim and i only actually decided to start wearin a headscarf about a year and a half ago, not for any particuar reason...i'm not going to pretend there was a supernatural experience where god came down and said "hey Munah wrap up before i smite you man" it was more of a "hey i make an effort to look good yet i still feel shitty and materialistic". As a girl i'm pretty sure i can speak for all when i say we are constantly trying to maintain a look in which we feel comfortble with, there's the "i just woke up" look where we apply light makeup very similiar to our skintone, or the "oh my garsh Neil from human resources is a stud and he's on the same shift as me this week, i am rocking that rouge pout all week"- Neil was the first name that popped into my head,  i should've gone with a Justin that sounds more stud-ish. Well point being, looks matter to most girls and they certainly matterned to me. Then i realised after starting work and integrating into the real world that beauty was not all about flicking through a "Look" Mag or a "Hello" Mag, it was using what was around you to mould an identity, an original persona where you take what's weird about you- me it would be my unhealthy love for anything with an animal print pattern- and making it cool by incorporating into your style! I do this by always (yes always) wearing an element of animal print whether it be a piece of jewellery or a handbag so that element of weirdness becomes stylish.
Inspiration is all you really need and you find it in the most random ways, -whether it be just quawking through a shop window at a random 6ft well-done model, while she prances around with her skyline legs as you purchase that camel cardi you've been desperately saving up for in Topshop- just so you can keep up with the camel colour trend- and sulking wondering why your booty don't swing to the rhythm of Beyonce's Single Ladies track. Either way inspiration doesn't just come to you, i've learnt ignorance can come in the way of a new, good, better and refreshed you! When i decided my life was dead and missing zest i made a mini self-review of the 17 young years i was alive for. What was i missing? why was i never really happy? The main conclusion i kept coming back to was that i was female, and genetically we were programmed to live sorrowful lives, however (i smirk as i type) i became more attentive to my ethnicity and how interesting my origins were. After all i am an East African, British born Muslim- who doesn't really know much about what it means to be a Muslim. I randomly just started to rock the hejabi look (which i'll be posting soon, i did make this blog about an hour ago so there's not much on it...there's probably nobody even reading this yet i type eagerly like i'm going to recieve reception- lol). I experimented with ways in which i can dress fashionably and still look like a Muslim, and Bingo it worked =)