Throughout high school I told myself I was not going to prom, something flipped, I decided to go. While I was shopping, I struggled to find a dress that I could wear with my hijab then I found the perfect one.
My mom and her hairstylist friend came over to give me a makeover.
When my dad closed the store, it was a big deal. It rarely happened because if we closed the store, we may not be able to pay a bill.
As I was walking up to my friend’s door, something felt wrong. I ran back to my dad’s car and started crying. My dad was startled by this mood change. He told me,
You are good enough. You are worthy to be with them. Do not think you are not
I stood for pictures, but I stood at the end of the line trying to be unnoticed.
My dad left and did not socialize with the other parents. He felt too different. Many years later, when Muslim Girl started to become more popular, I learned the real reason why he was so upset. One night I invited my parents to a very prestigious event so that they could see how much progress there has been. At the end of the evening, my dad said, “I guess we were able to squeeze ourselves among company like that tonight.” I immediately became upset. It was upsetting to be among people ‘better’ than him. I looked at myself and how I acted during prom night. What I saw in him this night was what he saw when I came running back to the car that night. He did not want me to be life him. He wanted me to be proud of myself.