In 8th grade, when girls worried about their crush finding out about their period, I worried about the fact that my sins will begin to count.
In 10th grade, when all the other girls were starting to fall in love with boys, I started to fall in love with my religion. In 12th grade, when all the other girls were shopping for grad dresses, I was shopping for things I could wear with my abaya. I’ve never had their life, I’ve never been one of them. Their life was not meant for me, their life never included me or my worries or my practices. My life is different, my religion is different.
No matter what I do, they’ll never approve of it.
I grew up being apologetic but now I’ve had enough.
I’m fed up.
I won’t let them tell me how to live.
I won’t try to mimic their life.
I won’t try to live their American dream.
My religion has never oppressed me.
Having to apologize for it did.