Dear Diary,
I m in prison.
When I was child, my mom taught me about my religion. I had to follow the rules. One of it was wearing hijab. I followed it without protest because I don't understand why I had to... What I understood back than... That my mom ordered.
Time pass...
now I understand.
When woman are wearing hijab, They have big responsible to themselves more than woman who aren't wearing it (in my religion perspective)
Let me tell you.
I want to take off my hijab.
I REALLY WANT TO TAKE IT OFF SO BAD....
I can't be like what I want...
I m not enjoy to express myself
Everyone watch my steps by looking at my hijab...
I can't do whatever I want
I can't watch whatever I want
My life is in her hand
What I have to do
What I have to wear
I m totally in her prison
This is hurt me so bad... Make me can't breath freely...
I m her doll
Who always make a mistake
Who always hurt her
But she never let me go..
Pain ... Suffering in this fucking prison