Huda had started wearing a scarf again and that day she had chosen an extravagant cream silk, wrapped tightly like a work of art around her face, but Hadia had not put it on again, so her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her sweater an old one for home. She would have to tell Baba that she could not see herself wearing a scarf again, and she imagined Baba would ask her, “Is it because you don’t feel safe?” To which she would respond, with the sharpest honesty she had only recently found the courage for, “It is because I don’t want to.”
