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.
I wear the hijab for you.
Repeatedly beating me up, raping me from the outside and in.
Shouting unspoken words unsaid yet fingerpointingly hurtful to my locked up ear..
Every single time Im reinvented yet again in new cities on other platforms.

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 bring order. In order to please you.
I am a slave, I have 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 dont hear,listen or care.
I wrap myself in a hijab speeding through your 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.