“Would. You. Like. A. Bag?”
Breaking the sentence up and speaking loudly as if I were half deaf, making the automatic assumption that I don’t speak English.
Surprised as I responded in a manner more articulate than you could have imagined.
The same face expression I received upon arriving at an all white café, as if to say I don’t belong.
Like the time when I made my way to my car, upon arrival I saw a lady blocking my door,
For some reason I felt the need to apologize twice and thank her when she moved..
All in an effort for her to think good of me as a clear representative of this religion.
As if it were my fault, she glared at me in recognition of my apology.
Since when did I ever apologize for something I had no fault in..
Constantly feeling like I need to prove my genuinity to the world around me.
This was no different to the time when I was harassed at the train station for wearing my hijab.
Denied the right to access a library.
My photo vandalized in public because I proudly wore this piece of cloth.
Called backwards, a terrorist, and other words too horrific to even repeat.
Turned down from a job application simply because of the difference in my outward appearance.
But you didn’t give me a chance to show you what is going on in my head.
You made a decision based on what is on my head, rather than my intelligence.
You didn’t take into account the skills and experience listed on my resume, which I achieved before I decided to wear the hijab.
In a world where our outward manifestation supposedly explains all, be different. Get to know someone beneath the surface. #peeltheonion
-Welcome to the first of my ‘day in the life’ series. I haven’t posted in a while, but this is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Look out for future posts.
P.s. -These experiences aren’t mine alone. But I plan on doing another hijabi one, feel free to share your experiences and any feedback would be great 💕