In the metro traffic… all eyes on me

I got on the metro at 8:00 a.m…. It was unusually crowded, and people were annoyed and tense.
I locked my door tightly and stood by the door.
The voices of the vendors, the sound of the door closing, and the most difficult thing… the whispers of the people.

A woman standing next to me looked at me in surprise:
— “You’re so mean in this heat?! Why are you wearing all this?”

I smiled even though I was upset inside:
— “I’m comfortable like this… and modesty doesn’t prevent me from living my life.”

An older man got off, and a young man standing in his place said in a loud voice:
— “This one must be strict, she won’t know how to handle it!”

I laughed fearfully…
I felt everyone staring, and a little girl approached me and said:
— “I love your clothes, auntie… I want to wear like you when I grow up.”

That simple word washed away all the worries of the comments.

I asked myself:
“Why does the battle of modesty always start in the The street ends at your door?
And every day, even if I win a little or lose a little… I prefer myself as I am.

As I got off the train, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction…
There may be many people who don’t understand you,
but a kind word from a little girl can make the whole day safer.

If you faced an embarrassing or ridiculous situation on public transportation because of your Islamic clothing…
How did you handle it?
Write your story or a word of support for a girl standing on the subway or bus in need of a word of hope.
Maybe your story will be the light that reassures her heart in the crowd!