That veiled nurse

As a veiled woman, my job as a nurse has never ever made me feel less valuable or worthy than any other person I’ve had the honor of working with.

With that said, it makes me somewhat sad reading about how some people’s working place won’t allow any religious symbols, let it be a veil, a turban or a cross around their neck.

At the end of the day, whether you’re a believer or not, you work with your moralities and values in life. And if that is aided by your religion or culture or sayings from your grandparents or whatnot, is it a bad thing?

Am I hurting anyone when I with my Islamic beliefs treat a patient? It’s not like I am holding my holy book in one hand and demanding people to follow me…

Islam teaches me how beautiful all people are, beyond gender, nationality, religion or other. And of course it saddens me to see that in this world we live in now, Muslim people are portrayed quite the opposite. It saddens me to see that.

But on the contrary, it makes me more than happy to meet people that are curious and dare to question me with knowledge rather than ignorance and/or hatred.

Let me tell you about that one time i encountered someone with less knowledge of what is on my head…

Once when I was still in nursing school, I had an assignment at a hospital. I was seated in front of a patient and was about to ask him a few questions upon his arrival to the unit, standard procedure. Next to me was my teacher seated.
I asked the questions that was written on my paper, it all went smooth. I always, til this day, end by asking “is here anything else you would like to inform me, that I have not asked you”.

He, the patient, then asked me “yeah, why do you have that on your head”?

I was chocked, I thought of how my teacher was sitting next to me to exam me. But I impressed myself by replying “is there anything else you would like to say, that would help me in taking care of you”?

He shook his head and refused to look me in the eyes. I said thank you and left.

Outside the doors my teacher grabbed me and gave me a big hug. I don’t think she has ever faced a situation like this before and she was thrilled over how I managed the situation.

She didn’t know that I was crying on the inside, because I hated that what was on my head was going to determine my work ethics.

And from that day, I’ve told myself that I would wear that veil on my head just so I can tell people “I am a veiled woman, a respected nurse and a competent individual. This is me”.



Just a nurse trying to decipher life and all its content.

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