She was looking at me, astonished.
I smiled back at her, an exchange which bounced off the mirror of Admin Building wash room.
I smiled back at her, an exchange which bounced off the mirror of Admin Building wash room.
I made a face which urged her, “What’s up?”
She opened her mouth, hesitant for a moment.
“This is my first time seeing a Muslim.”
I was immediately filled with emotions of all kinds.
Shocked? How could she have not seen a Muslimah?
Happy? That I’m the first one in her 20 so years of being?
Sad? There are so little muslims in our Uni?
Determined? That my presence is a form of subtle awareness?
Anxious? That I represent such a beautiful religion, when my entire being is made up of layers and layers of flaws????
Little did I know that it was just the beginning, of a fun and exhausting ride here.
Diarinsyirah 