As I go through my day, I receive many strange looks and some comments. Some are amusing, others irritating, others simply a respectful expression of curiosity.
This is because of how I look. I am dressed in loose fitting clothing and I have some material covering my hair and neck. In other words, I am wearing hijab.
It may seem an odd concept, to cover all of one's body except for the face and hands. It may seem crazy, especially considering I live where it gets quite oppressively hot.
Yet I choose to do this. I made my choice a mere month after reverting to Islam. No one told me I had to; I felt it was what I should do, according to the teachings of my faith.
Many who see me don't see the bright smile on my face, the confidence I possess. They see the image they have developed of Muslim women. They see those who cover as uneducated or oppressed. The happiness I have is invisible to them. They pity me or see me as one to convert to their 'truth', which is usually Christian