I took the train and I ended up in your head.

Although I do not wear the hijab someone, some unspoken silent gaze dresses me totally in black and wraps me up in a silent isolated scary hijab on every single train fare, many many times. Repeatedly beating me up, raping me from the outside and in. Shouting unspoken words, unsaid, yet finger-pointingly hurtful to my locked up ears…

Every single time I am reinvented yet again in new cities on other platforms, but never as myself…I am shouting up, yet I have no voice. I wear the hijab for you guys every single day repeatedly many many times in order to be categorised and stereotyped. To please you.

I am a slave, I have in a way become addicted to your ways and you think that I have no way out of this…I give in to your demand ,but not without a fight, but you still don’t hear, listen or care.

I wrap myself in a hijab speeding through your request for my transformation many a times through out my day.I do this for you my unknown friend hoping that you will one day discover yourself too. beneath the layers of discourses, history and present times.I am stereotyping you and you still are not aware of this. we move silently in different directions you and I, not meeting each other yet. Still we are taking the same train to Copenhagen every morning.