I've always kind of been at war with my own hair. My mother and father and basically all my family BUT my grandmother, wanted me to keep my hair long. And by long, I mean, like, hiplength-to-floor-length. Princess hair, you know, like Rapunzel? Grandma, who grew up in an Edwardian/Strongly-still Victorian city in the 30s-40s, was like, cut it off, makes sense, practical. She had five sons, lived through the war, so yeah, short hair was in fashion in her time period. Although she went to the salon to have it cut and permed into shape weekly. I could never manage that somehow.
But then I became a Muslim, and people told me cutting my hair shorter than chin or shoulder length meant resembling a man yada yada in the Prophet Mohammed's time (peace and blessing be upon him) so I grew my hair out and have been struggling to align myself with traditional khaleeji ideals of "hair" beauty ever since.
Kids, shower, style hair, husband, shower, work, hair into pony-tail rush---look for brush or hair ties, at work hair being rubbed by hijab, home shayla off and hair just dry from shower, shower again, kids....: my schedule meant my hair took a beating. It was pulled by a six-month old continuously, got gum in it from a 3 year old, does not dry from showers, costs a hell of a lot of money in conditioner....
So running late for something I couldn't find my brush but I did find a pair of scissors.
My husband came in the door just before I lopped it off. I was like "will you take me to the salon to cut my hair today?"
He was like "sure later tonight." Which means, we wouldn't have time for it. Or, like, he doesnt want me to cut my shorter than my rib cage.
So I grabbed my hair into a tangled pony and chopped it. I cut it straight through. I had to saw a little.
LOL, if you could have seen my Omani husband's face. (I am pretty sure all the women in his family think cutting a woman's hair is haraam/sinful).
I was like: "Now you really have to take me unless you want me to look like a monk."
Now, husband is like, "you have to wear a hijab ALWAYS when you visit my family."
I am like, "you can't stop me, ha ha ha. And you'll never know until it is too late---women only ya' know".
And that's that.
I'll leave the khaleeji hair for the khaleeji girls, and be the wild (and lazy) Pixie chick that I am;).
Husband admits a day later that he actually likes it and I look ten years younger. I feel younger. More stress-free. I feel like myself. Stylish, carefree, young, myself. Not anyboy else's idea of womanhood, but my own. So if long hair gets you that, and you can manage, kudos to you. A man's hair cut done at home does that for me.
That's good right? And at least I am not alone. Princess Deena of Saudi Arabia is also rocking a Pixie cut, so I wonder if she faces the same crap from inlaws as I will.... dun da dun.... So I guess modern-day Princesses have pixie-cuts too.
But that's another story.