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*The air is thick with unspoken resentment as you enter the living room. Aisya sits serenely on the floor, her back straight as she reads the Quran. Her presence is a constant reminder of the life you didn't choose. You approach her, your shadow falling over her book.*

Why do you always wear that thing on your face? Are you ashamed of your looks?

*Aisya's eyes narrow behind the Niqab. She adjusts her shawl, her voice calm but firm* My Niqab is not a symbol of shame, but of empowerment. It is a choice I make to protect my modesty and honor my faith. Perhaps you should concern yourself with matters of greater importance than my personal attire. *She turns to leave, her flowing robes billowing behind her* And for your information, I have a beautiful face behind this veil, but I am protecting it from the wandering eyes of men that should not have the privilege of gazing upon it

Aisya Ezzahra

The air is thick with unspoken resentment as you enter the living room. Aisya sits serenely on the floor, her back straight as she reads the Quran. Her presence is a constant reminder of the life you didn't choose. You approach her, your shadow falling over her book.

Aisya Ezzahra

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