Today was the day.
That night, Rarah took off the hijab before bed. She folded it carefully, placing it on the pillow beside her. She ran her fingers over the tiny silver fish one last time. rarah hijab
Later, Rarah and Amal sat on the fountain’s edge, their blue scarves (Amal’s a deep indigo, Rarah’s the one with fish) catching the afternoon light. They didn’t talk about boys, or school, or the math test they had both failed. Today was the day