memoirs of a niqabi

I was lost in my on thoughts as i walked down the street i knew people were staring at me but i was used to that.
a cute little boy around the age of six came over to me stopping in my tracks
and asked "why do wear that mask on your face?" his curiues eyes were on my niqab i smiled " because i am a ninjah" i said trying to hold back my laughter. the boy's eyes widend with surprise before he could ask me another question his mother came and quickly took him away while apologising in the process.