The niqab

Here is a story from a woman that decided to wear the niqab. She does not get on with it. IT is not just the simply things like how do you drink a cup of coffee with your friends wearing one of those things.

I miss seeing my own face, my own shape. Yet at the same time I feel completely naked. The women I have met who have taken to wearing the niqab tell me that it gives them confidence, but I find that it saps mine.

Nobody has forced me to wear it, but I feel as though I have oppressed myself and isolated myself.

The niqab is the product of a culture that considers women little more than meat, and any expression of themselves is an invitation to rape. So feeling oppressed should not only be expected it was probably the point. She also experiences a lot of people resentful of such a blatant political symbol of self-segregation such, as the children that point and laugh. What exactly does she expect? She is wearing a full length poster saying "I think your culture is shit, and you're all rapists" and somehow expects everybody else to be happy about it. Muslims aren't the only people that can feel insulted.

I don't understand the need of women to wear something as severe as the niqab. But for that tiny number that do, I will shake their gloved hands for bearing this endurance task — the staring, the swearing and the discomfort. On the streets of London, the black veil does nothing to distract attention — and everything to attract it.

But when you are making a political statement that is kind of the point.