A New Friend

You did Carrie's hijab better the next day. She gave you a passionless kiss on the cheek and went to class.

Inside the bubble of privilege, it was hard to perceive the advantages she got as a young, affluent, pretty white woman. Of course she got treated that way because she was a good person. When she showed up in the hijab, all that changed. People were staring at her in an unfriendly manner. Her (sort of) friend Karen crossed the street to avoid saying hi to her. It was becoming unbearable.

Just then, Carrie saw another student, also in a hijab, who waved to her. Carrie waved back.

***

Her name was Ayesha. She couldn't believe this infidel harlot was donning the hijab. She was suspicious, but they went to the halal market to have a tea.

"This is quite the change for you, Carrie," Ayesha said. Carrie nodded nervously.

"It is. I help out a local refugee, and I felt it'd be good to try learning about his culture too."

"Who is it?"

"Mohammad Khan."

"Oh. Ohhhhh." Ayesha said, eyebrows arching. "He is very firm, Carrie, very strict. Are you ... interested in him?" Carrie flushed hard. Ayesha smirked. This white bitch wanted to be conquered.

"Our next meeting of the Muslim Students Alliance is on Friday. There is someone you should meet."