As the weather gets hotter I notice a change in the way people look at me. Almost with sympathy in there eyes, as if they’ve witnessed the most crucial act of human torture. I notice old people exchange priceless looks of agony as if they’re trying to express there sorrow to me. And young people glance at me with smirks on their faces almost mocking me. Every time I get these looks I always make sure to smile back, and then they seem surprised too see that I know how to smile.
To anyone reading this that falls into those categories; just because I am wearing a jilbaab (islamic covering) does not mean that I am any more or less hot then you are. The only difference is that you suffer in this world and the next but (inshaAllah) I will enjoy gardens in which rivers flow in the hereafter. So don’t pity me because I’m covered because ironically I pity you because your uncovered, free for any eyes to linger on. While your taking off layers I’m adding more on, so that means while your degrading your worth I’m increasing my value. So please once again don’t waste your time pitying me because I chose to not wander the streets without clothes on, instead when you see me know that I’m completely content with the way I am dressed.
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