Muslims in Portugal

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PORTUGAL enacts 'BURQA LAW'
BANNING FACE COVERINGS in public space.

In Portugal, violators face fines ranging from €150 to €3,000, with exemptions for health, professional, artistic or weather-related reasons, as well as in places of worship, diplomatic missions and on aircraft.
Portugal's President António Jose Seguro has enacted a law banning face coverings in public spaces, a measure widely seen as targeting Muslim women who wear full-face veils.

The legislation, dubbed the "burqa law" by local media, was approved by parliament in July with the support of the governing right-wing coalition and far-right parties. Left-wing parties voted against it.

The law prohibits clothing designed to conceal the face or prevent identification in public spaces. It also bans forcing someone to cover their face for reasons related to gender, religion, age or origin.

The Garment That Is My Home

There are certain turns in life where we do not know what lies ahead. The thought of marriage simultaneously unsettles and excites me. It unsettles me because this journey may very well be exhausting, yet it excites me because perhaps this is the very path where we will learn to walk by holding each other.

The Quran has beautifully described spouses as garments for one another. A garment is not merely a cover; it is a sanctuary. It conceals our imperfections with affection rather than hiding us away. We keep our garment clean, we cherish it, and we tend to it with care, for it is the closest thing to our being. In the same way, I wish for that person to be my garment, my solace against the cold and the heat, my shield against loneliness, and I wish to be the same for them, a support in their weakness and a reflection of their joy.

Then, whether this journey takes us to a distant land, to a valley nestled in the mountains where vast greenery stretches far and wide and cattle graze peacefully, or to a quiet little street in our own city, our home will be wherever we both exist together. In that home, let the laughter of children echo, or let the joys that are as innocent as childhood itself fill the air, so that every morning feels new and every evening resonates with cheerfulness.

I know that fatigue transforms into a feeling of love when that person is beside me, and mountains turn into a haven of comfort when that person is near. They are my garment, and I am theirs, a garment that does not just cover but also beautifies, protects, and brings a sense of completion. I pray that we find such a valley or such a path where we are not merely husband and wife for each other, but also each other's peace, each other's garment, and above all, each other's true home