Rarah walked into them. The fabric of her new hijab brushed against her mother’s cheek.
Today was the day.
Rarah closed her eyes. She stopped trying to perform the hijab. Instead, she thought about what it meant. It wasn’t about hiding her hair, she realized. It was about revealing something else. A boundary. A promise to herself. A little piece of armor for her tender, growing soul. rarah hijab
She looked in the mirror.