An invisible identity by alf

Just now, we got back from SKID and said our goodbyes to the Indian delegates. One of them is a Muslim and has been taking off her black burqa before meeting with us. I've never seen a woman put a burqa on before, so when I watched her putting it back on to leave for home, I couldn't believe what I saw. To me, it was almost like an illusion. What I was seeing couldn't be real. Without her burqa, she has a beautiful soul, she is always smiling, and giving warm hugs. When I see her face, I see joy and warmth. However, when she put her buqa on, all that I just said about her was stripped away. I couldn't see her anymore. I couldn't see the same person. That really struck me hard. It reminded me of the "Under the Burqa" monologue I performed at the Vagina Monologues 2 years ago. It was just an eerie sight for me.

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