My Hijab... My Dignity I walk on the street with my head held high; everyone turns to look You eye me critically, wondering why I’m dressed like this. This is my hijab, my life and what I depend on. You don’t know a thing; you judge me from what you see. Why don’t you look deep within and see the person I am? I believe in my religion and I know my creator. Why don’t you look around and observe your surroundings; after all there is no painting without its artist. We see, smell and hear everything around us, but who gave us the ability to do so? DON'T forget to tagged n shares with your dears ♥ —