well, that sums it up.

"To prove my point, you can instantly find out what kind of body image is “in” or “out” by simply reading a few popular magazines, which constantly bombard us with the messages that to be overweight is to be ugly and to bare one’s cleavage is the expected norm. What kind of freedom can there be for a woman when she cannot walk down the street without being constantly “checked out” and judged as desirable or not? How can those women be liberated and I am oppressed?

The hijab is not a political flag, nor am I an extremist. It’s a way of self-respect and modesty, an act of obedience towards God, and I am at peace within the core of my heart. I can rest, knowing that no one is looking at me and making conjecture about my character from the length of my skirt or revealing bosom. It’s a barrier between me and those who would exploit me. I am a human being equal to any man, and I am not vulnerable because of my sexuality. Yes, I have a physical manifestation upon this Earth, but it is the vessel for my God—given intellect and strong spirit. I wear the hijab not because I have to, but because I want to, and nothing comes before God. "

-Zahida Mehirdel

At least when doctors make mistakes they can bury them.

Alhumdulillah.

I walked into my room to check myself in the mirror and closed the door. David came running after. And a split second before he barged in, I hear three voices yelling
NOOR! BOY!
NOOR, HE'S COMING!
DAVID! WAIT!
He was apparently too drunk to wait. So he opened the door and demanded to use my mirror before I could. But it was okay. I hadn't taken my scarf off yet.

"Well, yeah. We have to keep an eye out for you."

Aww. They love me:)

I'm so lucky.