I’m exhausted, I’m grumpy, and I’m indifferent. No, I’m not having my period. It’s the hijab. Well, not because that it represents Islam, just that I have to wear this thing on my head till Friday!!! I just cannot wait to take it off!!!
Nothing really happened today, people slowed down to sightsee the strange creature with the black fabric on her head walk by and graze on the grass. I think now people are figuring out that this whole hijab thing is a project of Creative Writing. Several people, more than yesterday have came up to me and asked, “Are you in Creative Writing?” I have denied it so many times that I don’t really feel guilt about lying any more. How sad is that? I’m just exhausted from all the mental work of who knows what and how to work around that. Some people that don’t know have interpreted for people that know and the people that know unknowingly give clues to the interpreter. So that really makes the situation even worse for me! I’m planning on this Friday that I’m going to tell everyone I know and stage a dramatic unveiling of the black hijab. Yeah right. At home. Just take off the pin and take off the hijab. Horns, trumpets, drums sound! Confetti fall everywhere, people dance for their lives. Alas! That would not happen. Just wanted to say ‘alas’. I don’t care whether if it makes sense or not. I really want to sound intellectual. Hehe. I hope I succeed. Oh boy. I am so exhausted I’m not myself. I’m the sarcastic Tory, not happy and bubbly Tory.
Also, a certain person has told a certain someone about this certain project. Cough cough. Have you missed what I have said all along? Do. Not. Tell. Any. One. Of. This. Project. Period. Ok? Thank. You. Ok. Let’s. Move. On. Wow. I. Am. Absolutely. So. Grumpy. And. Tired. I. Find. This. Funny. How. Retarded. Wow.
Sorry. Gotta start a new paragraph or I get the punctuation syndrome. Hehe. Readers, just to clarify, I’m doing this hijab thing not to explore the Islamic religion, but to explore into American fears and attitudes towards Muslims in their society. So far you have seen some radical and somewhat funny examples, so the reaction range is far and wide. But this is the fourth day! Just past the middle! Today in class, I was talking to myself, as I always do, a revelation came to me. My eyes lit up, there’s only THREE days left to go!!! I don’t hate the hijab, just that I’m a little over this and I am so ready to toss my hair in the morning breeze that always blow at my school.
My fellow readers, I regret to say that I have failed this mission. I am now sniffling and stroking my dog’s head on my lap because of this catastrophic failure. For three full hours, I have shed my long sleeve shirt and pants and ran carelessly through the park with my lacrosse team. I know. I should be banished to Hell. I exposed my skin for men to see! And I have hugged someone I don’t even know that well! I had to abandon my Islamic faith during the game because it was extremely hot in the shirt so I just took it off and enjoyed, shamefully, the sun smiling on my arms. And I just fell into the infernal downspiral into addiction. I did not want to put the hijab on or my sweatpants because I really had that feeling of freedom. A feeling of freedom that long sleeved shirt and pants restrict. A feeling of freedom that the hijab limits. A feeling of freedom that obedience prevents. A feeling of freedom.