Home?

The drive home was both boring and somehow exciting for Rabiah.

Maybe was the fact that most women from Saudia Arabia didn't drive in the first place. Not publicly at least. Even then, just finding out about this was pretty taboo in itself.

Thankfully, the actual distance she needed to travel was not very far, making the flight portion of her day all the more tiring in retrospect.

"I'm home." the Muslim told herself, inserting her key in and twisting the lock. Inside, the place looked like your regular one-story abode. Walls were painted a golden tan, with carpet covering the entire floor. Yet, it felt kind of lifeless. But try as she might, Rabiah couldn't put her finger on what it was.

As for the first destination she headed for at the moment, that would be her own bedroom.

Heading down an unlit hall and taking a left, she came upon her room. Inside, the room had been painted a light lavender color. White shag carpet covered the floor, while a nightstand and a bendable made up all the furniture.

As for where the clothes went, that would be the purpose for her closet. Guarded by one a large purple bear. One of those large 4ft tall ones.

"Here I am, Amira." Rabiah greeted, liking the sound of the bear's name. Yeah, Amira. Would fit her perfectly. What wouldn't, was her old clothes. Those would need to go.

Before that though, the Muslim set her luggage on the bed and unzipped it. Dumping her new wardrobe out, she was actually quite happy. Aicha had quite the eye for both fashion and deals.

Then came the process of dumping all her clothes into a pile. Tomorrow, she would donate them to those less fortunate. A round of prayer came after, then we're back to the task at hand.

"What to start with?" she thought and looked over her options. Sure, she could switch out her hijab and long dress. But Aicha had gotten her another garment - a niqab and abaya set. With the necessary gloves too.

Stripping out of her garments, she pulled the abaya over her head and slipped herself in. Shifting it about, that brought her to the other part of the garment.

The niqab itself had a different aura to it. Compared to the the hijab showing her entire face, this **** her gaze into one spot.

Finishing off the garb was the gloves. Which were actually a breeze to put on. Perfect time for a photo.

"Ugh..." Rabiah muttered, finally managing to grab hold of her phone. A bit of finagling later, she managed to get the camera flipped around.

Taking the shot, she sent it to

_You're rocking it, girl. ❤