Each drop of rain
shimmered like a white pearl.
The clouds hung grayish white, but
when I peered down our small street
I saw the rain had turned it to mud.
Today it would be tricky to walk down the
alley but as I went down my road, I
skipped around the holes like I had wings to fly.
The freest girl in the world
walking in rain.
Then pearl raindrops changed to hard gray stones
Was the sky now stoning me
Now I was in jail, the one society makes to
punish girls who dare to bring change.
I asked myself,
Why put myself in the jail of Hejab?
Am I the same girl who runs on my street?
Am I not Hila, who wants to free her sisters from culture’s chains?
Why put myself in the Hejab jail?
Do we live for society?
Or do we remake society for ourselves?
The pearly rain had washed away the covering,
unveiling my hidden wish to change our lives.
By Hila G.