A young woman learns why so many of her countrywomen at home choose to Veil, and embraces its loving control with delighted obedience. Renewed by a newfound control of her life, and a fresh outlook for the future of all women, she seeks to help as m...
It was a dusty store on a back street that was tucked away from the downtown of this foreign city. Yasmine entered under the soft chime of the store bell, bidding the sleepy eyed owner a hello, flavored with her southern French accent.
She drifted idly through the aisles without an aim, stopping to view whatever caught her eye for a few moments. The minutes passed soundlessly in that slumbering shop, only the breathing of the Yasmine and the owner, who's book would occasionally reach the next page, made any sound at all. Her slack fingers dragged gently over the items, leaving trails through the dust.
Then her fingers hit something silky, her soft eyes coming to bear on the fabric she was touching. Upon the top of an old mannequin head rested a veil that was a coal black. She gently rubs the fabric of the veil with her thumb and forefinger, holding onto it and gazing at it for longer than anything else in the store. It was as if it was a star and she was trapped in its orbit.
Her eyes snapped back into focus at the sound of a turning page, her hands fully rested upon the luxurious fabric. How long had she been standing there, feeling the heavenly fabric beneath her fingers? How long had she envisioned herself wearing the Veil?
Her breathing was shallow, nearly silent in the hushed up shop. Her eyes drifted closed as her hands ran along the seams, pulling it off the mannequin head. There was a pressure building in her chest, but she continued the course her mind, which she had no control of after she accepted subconsciously that she wanted this.
Slowly she draped the thick silk across her nose, hiding her lower face. Swiftly she followed it with the fabric across her hair. The bubble of pressure simply liquidated inside of her, a warm mellow joy washed upon her heart, and relieved her mind.
Her identity was gone, her struggle with her fears, her monsters, were apprehended. Like a light in the obsidian labyrinth, it began to guide her, shape her, mold her, and she loved it. It was a pure love, a love that stood against any storm without fail. She understood it now, why the women from her home country began to wear the Veil more and more. They had been enlightened, they had been converted, they had begun to serve, and they had joined the Sisterhood, and now she had too~
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