hijab poems. (slowly updating)
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Last published Fri, Oct 30, 2015
"Why do you wear that "thing"?
"Don't you get tired of it"?
"Do you're parents force you to wear that"?
"Where are you from"?
THE QUESTIONS I'M ASKED EVERYDAY.
That "thing" is called a hijab.
No, i don't get tired of it.
No, my parents don't force me to wear it, i wear it because god told me to and i like wearing it.
I'm from Africa, thank you for asking.
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