Today I decided to play with a head wrap. I paired it with a long flowy dress and cardigan. I thought it was fabulous and sassy. I wore it to work. It does not violate the company dress code.
The very first person I encountered at the office asked me if I was Muslim. I’m not joking.
Jerk: “Are you Muslim?”
Mercy: “No. I am an infidel.”
J: “What’s that?”
M: “That’s anyone who isn’t Muslim.”
J: “So that’s what your head thing means?”
M: “No. My head thing is not a religious symbol.”
J: “Aren’t you afraid people will think it’s a religious symbol?”
J: “Does your husband know you wore that out of the house?”
Deep breath. Don’t slay the dragon. Ride the dragon.
J: “And he’s not afraid people will think you are Muslim?”
M: “I didn’t ask him.”
J: “I think you should take it off before someone takes it the wrong way.”
Easy now, Mercy. Show him mercy.
M: “If I was Muslim would you recommend I take it off?”
J: “Well, no.”
M: “Then there is no harm in someone taking it the wrong way.”
J: “So you ARE Muslim?”
Palm to face.
Later he came back to ask me if I was offended by his questions.
M: “No. I am not offended. But yes, your questions were offensive.”
J: “So you ARE offended?”
Give me strength.
M: “Do you need my head wrap to mean something in order to understand why I am wearing it?”
J: “Yeah. I guess I do.”
M: “When I left home this morning it was just a fashion accessory. Now it is a symbol of my resistance to enabling phobias, prejudices, and stereotypes. Which happens to be the world’s fastest growing religion right now.”
J: “Yeah, right. What’s it called?”
M: “The First Amendment.”
J: “Ooooooh. You’re a feminist! You know that’s worse than being Muslim, right?”
M: “Would you telling me this if I was Muslim?”
J: “No. I wouldn’t talk to you if you were Muslim.”
M: “Fine. I’m Muslim.”