today i walked into a shop to buy some cake mix because im having people over later (yes, you really needed to know that) and on arrival in the shop i walked past two muslim guys and one of them was staring.
i thought he was doing so for either one of these three reasons:
- he digs my hijab and wants to buy one for his wife ...OR...
- he wants to take me back to his village so we can live as camel herders for the rest of our lives ...OR...
- i looked like his sister/mother/dad
i walked past him and further down the shop and saw my reflection in the coke fridge and realised why he was looking. i had a bit of this going on...
...that awkward "im a hijabi but i like to air-condition my chest occasionally" thing. even though it was only a tiny bit of my neck-meets-chest skin patch hanging out between my hijab and abaya, it made me feel totally naked for some reason. dont you hate it when that happens?
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