The exam is not on paper… in the doctor’s face

I’m starting university today. I had a strange feeling that something was going to happen.
My bag was on my shoulder, my niqab wrapped tightly. Every step I took in the college courtyard felt calculated.
I sensed the gaze of Dr. Sami standing at the lecture hall door… it wasn’t a kind look.
I walked toward him with the exam paper in my hand, but before I could hand it over, he said loudly in front of all the students:

— “Are you seriously still wearing that niqab? This is a university, not a camp…”

I froze.
My breath caught…
All eyes were on me. A girl in the front row nudged her friend and said:

— “She thinks she’s some kind of heroine!”

Dr. Sami raised his voice:

— “Look, I can’t give you the exam like this. Security needs to see your face for surveillance. It’s protocol!”

I felt fear… but not fear of the exam — fear of the moment I’d be forced to explain why I chose to be this way.
Everyone was watching. Do I stop? Turn around? Stand my ground?
I asked the proctor:

— “Can I show my face to the female staff only?”

She calmly replied:

— “Come with me, sweetheart. We’ll verify and bring you back.”

As I walked away, my mind was spinning:
“Is modesty now a crime? Is it always the committed who are put on trial?”

I completed the procedure and returned to the hall.
Dr. Sami looked at me challengingly… but I walked with confidence.
I told myself:
“Every day is a test… but I chose to be Oswa .”

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Have you ever been judged or faced a hurtful comment for wearing the niqab or dressing modestly?
Would you have stood strong like the heroine of this story, or would you have given in just to please people?
Share your experience or opinion honestly—let’s break the fear together.
And if you feel like modesty has become a charge in universities… share this story or send it to a girl who needs real support today!

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