I am a 21st century girl, born in a well educated Muslim family. My parents brought me up with much liberal views. After attaining puberty I was introduced to the abaya and niqab. I was given a choice to wear it or not.
I am a 21st century girl, born in a well educated Muslim family. My parents brought me up with much liberal views. After attaining puberty I was introduced to the abaya and niqab. I was given a choice to wear it or not.
Some time, in between light and dark, day and night, dusk and dawn, lies an hour of serendipity when the world lies half asleep, like a snoozing monster waiting thirstily for dawn.
Dreams. What are dreams? Are they only, the sweet luxury of the rich man's incorrigible son? Who does not have to bother about earning his bread and butter, or are poor men allowed to have dreams too?