Burka Stories

A non-muslims experience of wearing a hijab ( Islamic covering ) "It was my sexuality that I covered, not my femininity. The covering of the former allowed the liberation of the latter".

It was almost two in the morning before they kissed goodnight and went into their rooms next to each other. They had big smiles on their faces. They couldn't tell why. They just had that meaningless grin whenever they spent time together. They had been very close friends for the past year. They had had very long conversations and laughed a lot. They understood each other very well. Sometimes they sat in silence, ultimate silence. Still, they knew what was passing through their minds or how they were feeling. Very well they could tell what they would do in this or that situation. There are some things that words are incompetent to tell. That was what they had in between. Literally. It was a midsummer's night in Edinburgh. Hot, yet rainy. They came back to the campus dorms after one of the great nights out they used to have whenever they had the chance. The menu was of wine and monkeynuts as the other nights out. Monkey nuts! The funniest and the best wine mate on earth she would say.

Every story has two side, negative and positive, right and wrong, it all depends on how we comprehend.