Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Help me please!!!✅

"Reality is not just sweet and colorful, it can also be  dark and painful sometimes"

Third person's POV

You see being Muslim in her society.

It didn't have a lot of perks but it did have a lot of it's downfalls.

Amal was never one to go outside much, because of many reasons unknown to her but was well known by her family, especially to her mother. but then again, regardless of what they knew and wanted for her, they also are very aware that,  Amal also had to go on with life, regardless of how they felt, which of course also includes, her going to school.

...so Amal had to encounter the consequences of them trying to protect her with their silence all alone...

and Amal could remember her first encounter with it.

I mean, how could she forget?.

when it was on that same blessed yet tragic day that her mother had given her a headscarf?.

Her first headscarf.

It's Funny how she calls it tragic, when she was the one whom had asked for it, in fact she begged for it, even when everyone had been skeptical about whether the timeline to give her headscarf to her was right...back then she found their words and behavior kind of annoying and demeaning, almost as if they thought that, she was not yet old or mature enough to handle such a responsibility....that's something that she would eventually grow up to understand why over a short period of time, and when that time arrives she didn't know that she herself would wish, that she had just given up on that dream of hers right from the start, because she really wasn't ready for what came right after.

Anyways back to the story of what happened on that unfaithful day, It was on the worldwide hijab day, and Amal was Hoping that this would be the year that she would be able to get her mom to allow her participate too, she also wanted to wear it too, looking almost exhausted after having to listen to her daughter ramble on and on about how she is not a child anymore and is finally ready to take on the responsibility of handling a headscarf to feel even more closer to God, her mother just lets out a tired sigh and stood up making Amal's eyes widen dramatically, upon her mother's return in her mother hands was something new, something that wasn't there before, a thin piece of cloth and Amal remembers looking at it as If it was worth a million bucks.

She absolutely loved it and it was plain and black yet she found it, so interesting...so prettty...

it was a piece of her victory, she remembers being so captivated by the fact that it was something that she finally could own after all of the rejections and the plain no's that  she had received prior.

Watching her mom help her place and wrap it around her head was an interesting sight, something that she wasn't used to at all, Amal always had a head full of hair that has always so full, thick and healthy, her hair was something that always attracted a random string of compliments whenever she was out in public, yet here she sat with her hair completely nowhere In sight, and It was definitely a new feeling, even for her mother who is looking at her daughter through the mirror with worried eyes, her mother calls Amal's name, dragging her attention back to herself, then she takes a seat next to her and then... she just simply spills...