Try it. Wow it makes me look so different! His sister being there was no coincidence. It suits you Sienna You should wear it more often. Masha'Allah! Feeling hot and bothered She began to unwrap the scarf. Her boyfriend Khalid, Cut in. Have my feelings in regard Keep it on We will take you to the mosque. Even when he had his fleeting rage She always listened to Khalid She met him, When his family moved Into their street. She'd been reading the Qur'an. She'd read All of, Ar Rahman. Not in order. The suras he gave her first were shorter. None of the beheading and torture. She had tried praying. It was that day When her class went for a visit When her father objected he was called a bigot. She'd been told by others Islam was bad She saw them at the protests. They shouted. Get out of our lands! She'd learnt the five pillars at school. A racist mark on her record If she didn't do it. That was the rule. Her father, Concerned Of what she was to learn He was called in for a meeting He didn't hold back. He said. What on earth are you teaching? She has no religion! Why do you dismiss that? For a while he'd left things. But it was time to talk that evening. He went to her room He thought. She's probably playing her tunes... Sienna, get up off the floor! She carried on praying And ignored. He saw her in the veil He couldn't believe her betrayal. Dad, I am Muslim now! No NO NO! Sienna! This I can't allow! He wept and begged. But the Shahada Was all she said. To her dad Her heart was cold. Her life was with Allah She'd now been bought. It's now been years He saw her again In the village. With the latest bump, Kids in tow, Pushing a pram, Khalid, Ten paces in front. Now in a niqab She looks so sad She barely even gives him a glance. His daughter He doesn't recognise anymore. It's like she's in a Trance.