Going to prom

As I did my make up, put my hair up, and pulled on a flashy copper gown I felt like I was going to prom. Except this time my parents weren’t there to take my pictures and I drove all by myself.

When I walked inside I had that horrible feeling in your stomach when you’re all alone at an event and feel like everyone is looking at you. I walked past three teenage guys. One said hello. So I said hi. Then he said, you look very pretty. So I left out the back exit and am currently hiding in my car.

I thought Muslim men were supposed to ignore me, not make compliments. Any other time I might have liked it, but today, feeling like the blatant white Christian minority, I would like nothing better than to be ignored.