We all want to be remembered. We all want to make an impact on the people around us. It feels nice to get a compliment, and I would be lying if I insisted that I am any different. I enjoy being complimented as much as the next girl. It is only human to crave attention and we are all only human after all. Yet, one thing we should really think about is, ‘how exactly do I want to be remembered?’

When I first started covering, I just wanted to do it so badly that I couldn’t hold it off any longer. In fact, I hadn’t planned anything at all.

Everything about her was beautiful. Her face shone as did her character and persona, the way she walked, talked and mostly – her smile.

I always thought there was something wrong with women who wore the niqab. Why on earth would one go into isolation by covering every part of her body and especially the face? Did the niqabi think that she was a superior Muslim, one who had attained true salvation? That’s what I thought before I interacted with niqabis. I was averse to them, and I always thought that they were the “extremists” everybody talked about.

Surrounded by strangers I’m all alone,
My sight can’t rest on the same spot,
I only wish somebody was home,
To be my shade in this town so hot.