Busy Street

the "I" is not me

   I walk down the busy street in my blue hijab. I feel that I am pleasing my Creator.

   I glance down the sidewalk accross from mine. I see a young women, just like me.

   The difference is that she is walking with a top that shows her stomach, along with short-shorts.

   She struts with the guys chasing after her, looking at every part of her figure.

   I also walk down these streets, but I get no looks, except for the shocked looks.

   They're probably all wondering "Why would a women cover her head?"

   I am not afraid to get shocked looks. People look at me like I am from a different planet.

   I'm proud to wear the hijab, and I'll never stop wearing it.

 

 

Author's Note

if you do not know what a hijab is, please feel free to message me./

Reviews

[KAREN]

You go girl! Be happy being you!!! Great job!

[Nassira Merahi]

I am from that other planet also sis' ... it does not matter from which planet we are, as long as we feel home :)
Nice write, keep it up
Salaam :)