Looking back...

I went through a phase where I wanted everyone to ask me about my hijab. I wanted to explain to everyone why I started wearing it and what it means. But only a few asked. Oh, all of them wondered and many disapproved, but only a handful asked. And when one person asked all the others came near to listen in on noors new decision. Many asked those close to me and most feared offending me. But I don't see why I would be offended by a simple question. It's just that people don't like talking about foreign things which definitely included my foreign religion. I just felt really ignored. But ignored isn't the right word. I had just made one of the hugest and hardest decisions in my life and only a few people bothered to acknowledge it. Failing to talk about the large elephant in the room doesn't take away that there's a fuckin elephant in the room. But now that it's been over 6 months, I don't think about other people and their lack of questions. I had made a decision and wasn't really looking for approval but rather, for support. But I'm blessed and was able to find a wonderful support system here. It's funny how things work out.