AMAL
The airport sort of sucks. There are people in every corner and turn. Old ladies and uncles dressed up in traditional clothes probably going for an Umrah are what brings a smile to my face.
I feel excited as much as nervousness gnaws on my mind. I know it’s not going to be very fun even in London when I’m wearing a niqab. People will probably stare or even say things. But I’ve become so used to the stares and people talking about me that nothing would have an effect on me.
Maybe other girls want to try to fit into society but I’ve always known how different I am and I’ve never done anything to try to lower myself to the standard of other people. I know that no sin brings peace to anyone. Hearts find tranquility only in obedience to Allah.
So, I raise my head and square my should
