Headscarf Narrative

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It was the first day of fifth grade and I have finally made the decision to wear the headscarf. At school, my classmates asked me a million and one questions and as a shy ten year old, I wasn 't used to my newfound popularity and I quietly stuttered some answers and quickly took a seat. At recess, I sought refuge under the huge oak tree, a sketchbook in one hand. Suddenly, shadows spread across my figure. Above me were two girls, scrutinizing the fabric on my head. "What are you wearing?" the first one asked snidely. "It 's a headscarf." I replied, slightly confused "My parents say kids who dress like that are terrorists." the other giggled and the word ripped through me like a bullet shot at my chest. "Terrorist?" I whispered as my
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