If only I could capture the looks on people's faces when they see me around town. Although my Muslim friends say that they don't notice the stares and the general feeling of alienation that I am feeling on Day 2 of my 30 Days of Islam, I find it hard to imagine getting used to this.Getting gas, a man dressed like a homeless person and driving an Acura stared at me for a full minute before walking around the gas pump to get a better view.
At the costume shop with my best friend, the cashier noted the irony of my "looking for a costume" when my religion comes equipped with one.
At lunch, the waitress conspicuously avoided eye contact, and the manager talked to the window above my head. Actually, that may have been polite, since technically Muslim women shouldn't make eye-contact with men anyway.
And the looks when I'm riding Clementine? Well... as you can see above, I stick out anyway riding an orange scooter, but with my hijab I'm followed like a rock star! Rock on!
At the costume shop with my best friend, the cashier noted the irony of my "looking for a costume" when my religion comes equipped with one.
At lunch, the waitress conspicuously avoided eye contact, and the manager talked to the window above my head. Actually, that may have been polite, since technically Muslim women shouldn't make eye-contact with men anyway.
And the looks when I'm riding Clementine? Well... as you can see above, I stick out anyway riding an orange scooter, but with my hijab I'm followed like a rock star! Rock on!
HAHA! Well, after 30 days you might have gotten used to it. Sometimes I forget I'm wearing it.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that scooter! Maybe the homeless Acura man was checkin' it out. I sure would be!