meh

And sometimes you wish how free you would feel with no hijab on your head, having the wind blowing in your face and through your hair, or maybe bunned it up would make it look prettier, no baggy clothes too, just yknow, those skimpy clothing, scantily clad, grabbing every inch of you, wouldn't that be pretty you thought. Or prolly a short dress or a mini skirt, showing everything that you have, and no socks too, just your flip-flops maybe and bare feet, and getting all the lustful stares & attention.

Then you realised how that would put your dignity and chastity at risk.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, decently well covered, with hijab on your head, loosely clothed, feet covered, you gave yourself a nod, a smile and a pat on your own back. 

"Wow!", you exclaimed in delight, and in gratitude, for all these while you thought that Islam was oppressing women by asking them to cover, but little did you realise that it was just a means of protecting their women.

Allahul musta'an.