The girl who wanted to be a virtual horn! Mehr News Agency Iran and world’s news

Mehr news agency; Magazine Group: Adolescence and its own special emotions have had special memories for all people. The requirements of this time period illuminate the path of the future for most human beings. Fars media report in this case as an experience for many teenagers can be instructive.

“My biggest hobby since I was a teenager was cyberspace. If anyone did not know about cyberspace at all. The children addressed him in the backward school. They came every day and talked about a certain blogger or they liked to imitate themselves and dress like them. I was not behind this caravan either. All my life I had been imitating a blogger. At first, I was attracted only by the beauty of the photos and the good mood of his social media page, and then when I came to. “I saw that I had changed and I was thinking and behaving like a blogger.” These are the words of Zahra, an 18-year-old girl who has gone through a tumultuous adolescence. Zahra summarizes the results of several years of her bitter and sweet experiences in these two sentences: “Adolescence is a critical period and cyberspace really has a destructive effect on adolescents!”

These days, the main concern and demand of the people is the issue of hijab and the content of cyberspace. Topics that are not unrelated. Social networks have become a platform for promoting and encouraging unveiling. Adolescents, on the other hand, spend most of their time in cyberspace and social networks and are influenced by its content. The narrative of Zahra’s life is a clear example of this destructive influence. He narrates his life as follows:

The promise I made to Imam Reza

“When we were 10 years old, we went to Mashhad to visit Imam Reza. I pitched a tent there for the first time. I had a taste. I was very sad to see myself in the mirror with a tent. I felt like I was growing up. My mother saw my taste and interest. He told me about the chador and the hijab. I accepted his words. He said: “Zahra Jan, if you like, promise Imam Reza (AS) here and get veiled!” I looked at the shrine of Imam Reza (AS). I pulled my tent forward and held my face tightly. I wanted to look more feminine in the eyes of Imam Reza (AS). There I promised the gentleman to put up a tent. “From then on, I carried my tent with me wherever I went.”

I felt like a weak person!

“Five years have passed since my covenant with Imam Reza and I have turned 15 years old. At that time, I spent most of my time in cyberspace. My job was to follow the lives of bloggers. I really liked one of them and set my own pattern. Their open coverage and open relationships completely changed my outlook. I no longer felt good about my tent. I thought this tent would limit me. I thought you could not go for a walk, park, coffee shop and با I felt I was a weak person! The color and glaze of Ms. Blogger’s life had attracted me so much that I wanted to get rid of my tent anyway. On one side was my promise to Imam Reza and on the other side was the sweet dream of freedom and comfort that cyberspace had created for me. I was hesitant. “I still did not know what to do.”

Keep your heart clean, hijab does not matter!

“I finally made my decision. It all started with one sentence: “Keep your heart clean, hijab does not matter!” This is what my friends used to say. The tent I wore and the hijab I wore. They said: “Zahra, why did you capture yourself in a tent?” God looks at people’s hearts. “Let your heart be pure, it does not matter.” These words made me something I should not do. “I put the tent aside and turned into another poison!”

I was horny school!

“I took off my tent, but it was not enough. I still had to satisfy my friends and become people who were in cyberspace. I always say that cyberspace has a great impact on teenagers, and I was strongly influenced by that space at that age. My clothes changed. One day I wore absorbing clothes and the next day, as we say, I wore a brim. I looked and saw what clothes were fashionable in cyberspace now, and I tried to dress the same way. At the age of 16, I dyed my hair. “I was the horn of the school!”

“It’s a decorative photo” Many teens compare the appearance of their life to the reality of their lives by looking at bloggers’ photos.

I laugh at his literature. I do not want to change the horns, dumb and.. These words are a souvenir of cyberspace. You will hear even more bizarre things as you talk to the teens and young adults of this period. Persian language is one of the values ​​that have robbed cyberspace. I do not say anything, I leave it as he wants to tell his story. Continues.

Rejuvenation means this!

“I was busy. I had found a whole new friend. I felt very important. My self-esteem was high and I was very proud. I went for a walk with my friends every day. In the evenings after school we would go to the park. I wore short-sleeved clothes and put my hair on my shoulders. We took dumb poses and took pictures. Just like the ones I saw in cyberspace. I thought rejuvenation meant this! “I wondered what girls in chadors would learn from rejuvenating and having fun when they were always depressed!”

Compete for attention!

“My clothes are getting worse every day. Because non-mahram men were looking at me. Because the boys were attracted to me. I liked it. It had become a rivalry between me and my friends! Attracting attention and looks at me at that time was a confirmation of my beauty and gave me confidence. I thought I was ugly with a tent and now I’m so much prettier! “That was my justification for all my behavior. It is enough to have a pure heart!”

When I was away from my family

“During all this time, my mother was very upset. He was greedy and said, “Zahra, give up. “It’s not right for you to dress like that.” But who was listening ?! I just liked dressing like this. I felt valued! My parents were unhappy but did not impose anything on me. They did not want to force me to stay further away from the hijab.

Every time I wanted to buy clothes, I had fights with my mother. I would choose the shortest and most open coat and she would say: “No, Zahra, buy a better coat. These clothes are not suitable for you at all.” From that day on, I decided not to go to the market with my mother anymore. I preferred to buy alone. I could not bear his advice. I would go and buy what I wanted. No one could say a word, but the story did not end there. I had a good relationship with my mother before these incidents. Now I would not even go out with him. I did not want to hear his advice. As a child, I was bigger than my peers, and that made my mother more greedy. Every time we went out, he would say: “Zahra Jan, please put your scarves on your head! Close the front of the mantle, my beautiful girl. “Zahra’s clothes are very short.” “My relationship with my mother was getting less and less, and now I was moving my family away from me, thanks to cyberspace.”

I thought I was duplicated

“I was tired 4 years ago! I no longer had that confidence. I thought I was duplicated. I had bothered myself enough to get my attention. My mind was not calm. I was not at all calm. I felt that I had turned away from God and could not hear my voice. As if the expiration date of the sentence is pure in your heart, the hijab does not matter to me, it was over. I was aggressive. I could not stand my family for even a few seconds. I had reached emptiness and I even wanted my life to end. I was depressed. I was not going out anymore. “I wanted to stay home and not go anywhere.”

I was afraid of what people said

“My mother saw me. He understood my problem. Kelly spoke to me and suggested that if I wanted to wear the veil again like before. Maybe I felt better. I really wanted to go back to those days. I did not know this poison that was moving forward without braking at all. I had fallen into a whirlpool that I wanted to be seen as much as possible. I was going lower. I wanted to wear hijab. But I was afraid of what people would say. I would say to my mother, “What would people think of me if I wore a chador?” Do not they say that this girl does not know what to do with herself ?! “One day he will take off his tent and one day he will be beheaded ?!” I was afraid my friends would leave me. My mother had become the stone of my patience. I was in pain and I was talking about my bad day. “He also encouraged me and hoped that nothing would happen and that I would feel better again.”

Why did you become veiled ?!

“I wish that if I overcame my fears and became a chador, I would not slip with every word and photo. I can defend my tent and never put it down. That’s why I started reading and researching books. One of my classmates had just been veiled. He used to have the same situation as me. I thought I should talk to him too. I sent a message and after the usual conversation, I asked: Why did you become a chador ?!

He had a lot to say, but I wanted only this sentence from all his words. I have more peace with the tent. I had many questions. What are your friends ?! Didn’t your friends leave ?! Nobody said anything behind your back ?! Didn’t they make fun of you ?! “If you wear a tent for the sake of God and your own peace, then the words of others should not matter, but if you wear it for the sake of others, nothing,” said Ruqayyah. I said I do not want to wear Roghayeh for God and myself, not for others! Pray for me, Roghayeh, if Hazrat Zahra (PBUH) takes care of me, I will wear the veil. These words made Roghayeh and I become close. We talked almost every few days. Roghayeh insisted that I go with him to perform taziyeh. He said that the story of his transformation started from these taziyehs. I wanted to go, but every time something happened that could not happen. Roghayeh’s words encouraged me to make a decision. I was very upset once. “He said that when he was veiled, the Ahl al-Bayt (AS) took care of him and went to Karbala.”

Be my mother!

“I appealed to Hazrat Zahra, peace be upon her. I lost my mother when I was two years old. My father’s wife became a mother to me and my sisters, and I love her very much. However, I always feel my mother’s vacancy. I had heard that Hazrat Zahra, peace be upon her, pays special attention to those who do not have a mother. It was the Fatimid era. But I did not know. I wanted to appeal to Hazrat Zahra, peace be upon her. I said, “My lady, I do not have a mother. It is said that you become a mother to those who do not have a mother. Help me yourself. Take my hand and show me a way to be the right person. “Save me from this desire for sin and the fear of what people will say.” A few days had passed since my pain and heartache with Hazrat Zahra when Roghayeh called and said: “Zahra, should we go to Hazrat Fatemeh’s funeral?” I thought it would not be as usual. I got permission from my mother and left. This taziyeh was a sign for me. I felt that Hazrat Zahra, peace be upon her, heard my voice. “I have repented and my tent has always been with me since that day.”

Do not be deceived by the color and glaze of cyberspace!

“I wanted to make myself. The tent alone was not enough. Most of my time was spent reading books and going to the mosque and weekly meetings. The irony started little by little. “They brainwashed me,” they said. Enough of why you put up a tent. “A girl who does not wear a chador is a chador for old women.” I did not care what they said. I had tried both ways and I was sure I chose the right cover. I always say adolescence is a very sensitive time. If man is not conscious, he may change his course completely. “Especially since cyberspace is very influential.”

Sometimes when the opportunity arises. I say to those who set out on a path similar to mine: “I have reached the end of this path. It is nothing but that like me, one day you come to yourself and see that you have spent so much time attracting the attention of others that you have reached emptiness! Do not be deceived by cyberspace and its colorful and glazed photos and relationships. “Real life is different!”

I ask, how is your connection with cyberspace these days ?! He says: “After what happened to me, I decided to increase my activity, but in a positive direction and as Hazrat Agha said. “I always say that if someone is flipped and comes back, all my mission is done.”

I have answered all my questions, there is only one thing left. I ask you, if you had such an experience, is your heart really pure enough ?! He smiles in the corner of his mouth and says, “No! “When you attract all these dirty looks, you will no longer have a pure heart!”