Warning: She is two years older now than she was in the first chapter and she can speak English much better. The first chapter is meant as a flashback.
Now the story begins,
The most beautiful things in the world are known, but not thought of with great detail, In my home country, the hijab was not very closely paid attention to, but it was beautiful none the less.
Now, since that is all people see of me. I feel like I am just a walking hijab, which I find quite sad. I am more than a walking hijab and I hope I can prove it with this story.
The morning is always the worst, I have to get up to brace the comments of the day, which sometimes I feel like I am not strong enough to face but Allah, the most merciful and gracious, helps me when I read the holy book.
My Ommi, also dislikes the morning, as she gets stares this day because she has to go to the market and still doesn't speak any English, and when she talks in her quick Arabic, still gets looks, and comments that I didn't used to understand but I now know exactly what they are saying, which annoys me greatly. They try to get me to translate what they said to Ommi, to something that she'll understand but I usually don't. Since, in the comments they usually say go back to your country. I just usually say to Ommi, that they like her hijab, and she'll ask if they want one and to come to our mosque. So, I usually say that she said thank you, but I'll pass.
Oh crap, time for Fajr prayer, catch you later.
- Jamila
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Question: What is your favorite type of music right now?
A/N I like a Great Big World, Us The Duo, Zaz and Coeur Du Pirate.
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