Burkha Under My - Lipstick

It’s not the silence of oppression, as the pundits on television would have you believe. It’s the silence of being a walking contradiction. I am the girl who sips a caramel macchiato while discussing Tafsir. I am the woman who can negotiate a six-figure contract in a blazer, yet soften her voice when an elder enters the room.

I am keeping both. Because under this lipstick, my voice is loud. And under this burkha, my heart is free. What are the layers you wear that the world doesn't see? Let me know in the comments below. burkha under my lipstick

Let your hijab sit next to your highlighter. Let your prayer mat sit next to your vanity table. It’s not the silence of oppression, as the