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On my way to the bus stop I saw a lot of people walking to the bus stop.
No one saw me. I felt invisible at first, until a girl asked me what my name was.
She was wearing loads of makeup and short shorts with a crop top. She also looked like a junior.
I told her my name was Noora and she laughed. "Why are you wearing so many layers?!", she asked me. I told her that in Islam when you wear the hijab, which some people call a veil that you wear long close to be modest.
She just sashayed away while laughing with her friend.
I heard someone say her name. Her name was Rachel. I'm really angry with Rachel, but I can fight this!

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 25, 2015 ⏰

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