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Crying, Family, and Life: Anonymous said U're probably only wearing a scarf cuz ur hair's ugly... how u gonna prove I'm wrong without breaking the rules of ur religion hm? <p><a href="http://thebootydiaries.tumblr.com/post/158682223932/tears-fill-my-eyes-as-i-read-the-words-on-my" class="tumblr_blog">thebootydiaries</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness. </p> <p>A tear streams down my left cheek. </p> <p>Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.</p> <p>It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how <i>would</i> I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll. <br/></p> <p><i>‘Rule #1: no killing people,’</i> it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. <br/></p> <p>Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.</p> <p><i>Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo</i></p> </blockquote> <p>“The cursive words felt more like a curse of words” I am SCREAMING</p>

<p><a href="http://thebootydiaries.tumblr.com/post/158682223932/tears-fill-my-eyes-as-i-read-the-words-on-my" class="tumblr_blog">thebootydi...