Stir It Up
Scared of the scarf
How I learned to stop worrying and love the hijab
Published: November 10, 2010
"I see people in Dearborn getting along, I'm not saying that there aren't differences, but it's nice to see a woman in a store wearing a hijab that speaks to me."
Hey, maybe there's something about this talking to each other that makes sense. There also seems to be something to not taking things too seriously. Yes, there is injustice in the world. Yes there are probably some bad Muslims in Dearborn — and some bad Christians and some bad Jews — but you are going to find that in any population. We do have serious issues of all kinds to work out and clear up. But the only scary thing under a hijab is a brain that doesn't think like yours. And if that's a problem, it's laughable.
While in Morocco, I mostly traveled by bus. One day, as we rode through the desert, we came upon a solitary woman standing by the side of the road waiting for the bus.
It wasn't a crossroad. It was the middle of nowhere, with only sand and a single black ribbon of road visible in any direction — no buildings, no people. I wondered how she got there and why she waited for the bus at that particular spot. She wore a hijab and the long loose clothing you would expect there. But down low she wore a slamming pair of spike heel shoes.
Now that was funny.
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