NUR
The next morning, I wake up at the same time Ahyan does. I know both of our minds are on the same thing yet we don’t talk about it.
That’s just the way humans are. We try to avoid important matters until bad times befall us and then we cry about them.
While Ahyan takes a shower, I take out the pretty blue jilbab that we’d gotten together and shrug it on. I hold my breath as I zip it and then turn to look at myself in the mirror.
I’ve always known that it was fard. But, for the past few years, I hadn’t reached that level of Iman to make such a big decision. I’d started wearing the hijab when I was well over 12 and I wanted the jilbab to stay on just as the hijab had.
You see, the decisions made in haste often result in temporary changes. And I’m not one to do something and then
