She unfolded the rectangular scarf. It was lighter than she expected, softer than a kitten’s ear. She draped it over her head, trying to remember the steps Leila had shown her. One side longer than the other. Pin it under the chin. Wrap the long end around your neck. Tuck it. A single, smooth shell of fabric.
Rarah had chosen the blue one. The fish reminded her of the fountain in the main square, where she and Amal would toss breadcrumbs and watch the world spin by. rarah hijab
The first try was a disaster. A lump bulged at the back of her neck. The pin pricked her finger, and a tiny bead of blood bloomed like a ruby. She hissed in frustration. She unfolded the rectangular scarf