Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

You Really Think You Can Fight Me?✅

"if i could turn back time maybe i would have done things very differently, arrived earlier than we intitally agreed...but life happens and well that happened...to you"

Amal's POV

"If we go to the garden, aren't you going to eat Mr?" I question inquisitively

"Of course," he says in a confident tone, making me shake my head at my very "thoughtful friend."

"That doesn't make anything better for me, but I guess that's very considerate of you so thanks " I say, making him grin. Cockily, smh that wasn't even a compliment but i guess he tried with the consideration a bit.

"Yeah yeah, anyways this is my stop so Buh-bye," he says. Making me smile and wave at him as he made his way towards his next class before plugging my earphones in, pressing play on my spoken poetry playlist.

You know what?, it's kind of funny how in the past I kind of always hated poetry, because i never really understood the comfort people found in fancy words but somehow, along the way it's something that I myself have come to love and even go as far as finding a little bit of comfort in...it turns out that poetry is not about the fancy words some random dead or alive person had spoken but it was a message that a fellow bleeding heart sends and hopes that they would be someone else out there be it in the world of today or several generations to some who would listen or read a piece and say yeah i get you, i hear you and maybe i can relate too.

As I walking down the hallway, completely lost in my poetry playlist, something or should i say someone slams into me hard from behind, sending me flying and crashing unto the ground roughly and before you even say what i think you want to say...

No it was not a mistake or someone who bumbed into me while they weren't looking, it was very much intentionally done and it's something that you would definitely get to understand more, that is the calm before the storm...

Something or someone roughly slams into me from behind, sending me crashing to the floor. My phone go flying, and before I can even register what was happening, a heavy boot digs into my lower back, pinning me down. Making me let out a silent scream, the pressure on my back was just unbearable and I came to a realization almost immediately that any attempt to free myself from their hold on me would be useless. A wave of panic surges through me at the realization that this is certainly more than just a random attack...
Shit!... maybe i should have kept my stupid mouth shut earlier on, maybe i wouldn't have to encounter this kind of violence on a random Monday morning.

"Oh, look who we have here, Jay. Little Miss Holier and smarter Than Thou" a voice sneers from above, dripping with venom. The tone is all too familiar—full of malice and twisted power, i tried to place a face on it, but couldn't...i wasn't allowed to as he dugged his heel deeper into my back, but i couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream in pain, so i bit my tongue so hard, till i could feel a corper like liquid leaking out of it, filling up my mouth.

"Little Miss Headscarf, all alone." He goes on to say in a mocking tone, The realization hits me like a freight train. I try my best to look around the hallway in hopes of finding help but the sight of the empty hallway fills me with terror. That i was truly alone, This is obviously a well- thought out and planned attack, But why is it so, is it simply Because I exist?, or simply Because I dare to be different?, they do not give me time to think before a hand reaches out to grab my hair through my headscarf, wait when did they take of my headscarf?.

He yanks my head up through my hair violently, forcing me to look up at him...fibally allowing me to place a face on his voice, i looked up at this stranger who seemed to harbor an intense type of hatred for me.