Identity In Misguid's Tale

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Raghead Since I was born, I was raised on this idea that your life revolves around your religion. Growing up I was told stories and folktales about how much beauty lies in my religion and how blessed and lucky we are to be a part of it. The stories would consist of, how because of god we have running streams of water and beautiful trees that are as tall as the sky with their green leaves highlighting throughout the lands. How we live in a part of the world where we don’t have to endure poverty and famine. How because of god we have the hijab, a beautiful piece of fabric that instills modesty and hope within each woman. But I never understood what was so precious about it, why was it so special? The hijab was always a touchy subject for …show more content…

This major part of me, this part I claimed as my identity I was so confused and unsure about, My mind wandered and began to think of all these reasons why we wore the hijab, I was curious and determined to know why this piece of clothing was so important and wasn’t going to stop until I got answers and began …show more content…

The class turns to me and the room was so silent that in the background you could hear the clock ticking away. Tick tock tick tock, It felt like hours before I could move. My breath was caught in my throat and I was fighting back tears as it felt like my identity was being stripped away at the bone. A strand of hair hits my forehead and I jolted up and yanked my hijab back and bolted out the classroom making a beeline to the bathroom. In that moment, staring at myself with a tear stained face and a runny nose as horrible as it was I realized how important the hijab was to me. It wasn’t just a piece of cloth that hung on my head and It wasn’t just a fashion statement. It was single heartedly one of the most important things about me. It shaped me and made me confident and the moment that it was stripped away I felt bare and exposed. I thought back to all the questions I had and how I felt so empty and confused, but what I finally realized was it’s not the hijab that makes you into who you are It’s how it makes you feel from deep within and while I sat there with tears running down my face I smiled because if I was a raghead well damn I’d be the proudest raghead out

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