The Life of A Hijabi
8Alhamdulillah, I have to say, the life of a hijabi can be pretty amusing at times.
One day, as I was sitting in bio class, the guy at the desk next to mine turns to me. “Hey, Sarah, can I ask you a question?”
I’ve been going to school with this guy for about four years and would try to avoid him as much as I can, but I decided to be nice that day. So, I turned and said, “Sure, go ahead.”
He paused for a second. “… Are you Muslim?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, be sarcastic, ignore, or about a million other choices. My wonderful friends started snickering in the back at the question. I heard a mutter of “Are you serious?” come from a non-Muslim. I turned back to this guy.
“No, —, I’m not. I just wear this for fun.”
My friends were just gone, laughing, and this guy was so lost. So, I just sighed and decided maybe biology would give me some solace.
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Another story, a few months later, also came from my bio class.
My lab group was looking for me and as I came down the hall, I saw them dying of laughter. After they finally recovered, they told me the story.
As they were looking for me, one of the members of my group saw a girl all the way down the hall and said, “Hey, I think that’s Sarah!” Another member turned to her, after looking at the girl, and said, “No, she has hair!”
This story made me laugh. I held it against them for a while. Of course, I know they meant her hair was showing… but hey, I decided to have some fun.
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Who said the life of a hijab wasn’t amusing, at the very least? Alhamdulillah!