My Marriage, My Burka.
“Hey, your hair looks GREAT,” he said. My face flashed hot as I fumbled for a response. “Um, thanks? It’s ah, I er, wha…it does?” I saw fear in his eyes. “Didn’t you just get it done?” he said. Suddenly my daughter and his daughter appeared behind me. We’d been standing in the doorway, waiting for his daughter… Read More My Marriage, My Burka.