"Why the hell do you wear that?" Rob asked, he was the famous bully at our school.
"Because it's and act of faith. A simple cloth to protect my dignity," I said slowly.
He burst out laughing uncontrollably,
"What bullshit," He snorted, and his gang of slaves joined him in his laughter.
I started blushing but made sure to hold my ground.
"You know what that is?" He said in his quiet dangerous tone, stepping closer to me, "It shows you a criminal, that's what it does,"
"Oh so the same cloth that you wear a shirt with, I put it on my head and that makes me a criminal does it?" I said disgusted.
"Oh come on, she has no hair, that's why she has to cover her head. Duhh," Lyndsey, one of the popular girls giggled.
"Hey, go find something to do with your life ok?" Megan pushed her way through the crowd.
"Of course your royal highness," He said dumbly.
"Go," She said sternly.
Rob and his posse melted away and the playground became empty once again.
"Let's go home," She sighed.
"Where's Jedayel?" I asked.
"He went home as soon as the bell rang," Megan said looking kind of concerned.
"Oh.."
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I Can Wear My Hijab
Teen FictionGrowing up in the west is anything but easy for the teenage Muslim Ameerah Hasaan where she is constantly questioned and bullied because of her hijab (headscarf) by her peers and neighborhood acquaintances. And if that is not enough, Ameerah is conf...
