Muslim Friend, fiddling with her hijab: Fuckin… stupid thing
Me: That looks annoying as hell
Muslim Friend: It can be
Me: You seem really dedicated to wearing it all the time.
Muslim Friend: ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Muslim Friend: Not really.
Me: I’ve never seen you without it
Muslim Friend: Well
Muslim Friend: That’s not because I’m committed to it, that’s more because it was forced on me from a young age.
Me: Is that so?
Muslim Friend: Yeah, see, my dad was super into all the traditions and all the ritual, which means we were too.
Me: And what are the rules exactly?
Muslim Friend: When I’m around non-familial males, I have to have my hair completely covered.
Muslim Friend: Well.
Muslim Friend: When I’m around non-familial males, I have to have everything- all skin- covered except my eyes. But I will literally never do that.
Me: Ohh, what’s this? I think I see your ankles. Wrists too!
Me: Slut.
Muslim Friend: I know, I’m such a whore.
Muslim Friend: How dare I try not to die in this bullshit 90 degree heat.
Me: So if you don’t really care, why do you still cover the hair?
Muslim Friend: It’s hard to undo all the stuff I had to do as a kid. Going out with my hair out is, like… whaaaaaa
Muslim Friend: Most of the time anyway. I don’t wear this when I’m out clubbing.
Me, looking her up and down: I… have difficulty picturing you clubbing.
Muslim Friend: That’s because you’ve only ever seen me like this. I contain multitudes, Matthew. I can be ratchet as fuck.
Muslim Friend: Don’t play me, bitch
Muslim Friend: I’ll cut you.