Hijab Trail

One of my favorite choices: hijab

First Blog Entry

      My atmosphere changes wherever I go. Usually, I try to keep it as clear as the crystal glass that sits on top of my windowsill. But, the world persistently tries to cloud it up and throws, polluting my clear world. My life is my dream and I sleep when I’m awake, as I’m drinking my tea, as I’m skipping barefoot amidst dewy grass. Blobs are the constituents in my world. These blobs are people, therefore I am a blob. In this land, Pink Fluff, blobs are distinguished by color; good blobs are pretty colors and bad blobs are unpleasant colors. Each blob is squishy and composed of 1,053 gallons of Paradoxical Pigment.

An excerpt from one of my short stories: Pink Fluff