Bismillah..
Hmm.....It's so black. Too black. No colour whatsoever. And what is up with the size? Why is it soooo big???
As I look in the mirror, I saw a figure. I don't know this person. I look at 'her', and 'she' looks at me. Her face is familiar but I don't recognise her. Sigh...
I turn around from right to left. I turn again from left to right, just to see from every angle. I can't see the shape of her arms nor can I see the length of her legs. I stand there silently as I watch a stranger standing in front of me.
The skinny jeans are calling from the closet, the baby Ts' are laughing from the hangers:
"Babe, you look fat in that jubah."
I shut my eyes as I look away from them, thinking:
"Dude, black is slimming!"
I open my eyes again to the girl in the mirror. This time she smiles at me.
Slowly, I put on my hijab. My 'tudung labuh' as people call it. I make it as neat as possible so the girl in the mirror will like it. Surprisingly she smiles again.
As I close my eyes again, knowing when I open them, I will see the girl in the mirror. I am going to see that stranger again. Cowardly, I open my eyes. The girl has disappeared. She is no where to be found. This time, I see a Muslimah.
This time, I see me..

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