A Journal of a Journey

Having the memory stucked left untouch is somehow a waste
Spilling it out might just bring nuisance to those reading
So
I apologise since I find it a pleasure :)

I have interlocked glances with a few
Shared a smile with a few
Exchanging greatings and apologies with a few
Harmoniously collaborating in short discussions with a few
Engaged in a conversation with a few
There were also where we stood there silent
Sat in awkward stillness
Inaudible
Those moments happened
It just adds up to the list of memories
No one have any better idea how many times I was put into shame
By who?
Myself
Yeah

I was once
Someone who would easily start a conversation
But slowly that person is sinking being replaced by someone else
Whom is fancy with the remarkable silence
But there were times when I had to open the mouth first
Since the silence was too deafening, they say

One asked me why I wear "this thing" directly after being asked about his origin
Saw him a few times after that but never in another conversation
One was wondering if ever a guy sees me without "the thing"
Do I have to marry them?
And do I wear this just to cover my hair and forehead?
*SO I thought, maybe that is why most guy avoided making eye contacts with us? They might have actually sat down and shove a few conclusions regarding our identity
One asked what do you call "that thing" you wear on your head in the most respected way
But never had the chance to explain deeper
One even asked what makes I think I am modest when wearing "that thing" compared to other girls
When the reality slipped just at the corner of our eyes while we had this conversation
A girl with the head covered but the rest of the curvature of the body was clear to the vision
And
Another girl not having her head covered looking more modest

SO
That made me thinking
How do we portray the qudwah of being modest here?