Lisas Journey - Part I 🧕🌸🌿💚

Lisa stood silently in the hotel room, the morning light filtering softly through the sheer curtains. The walls were quiet. The city, though alive outside, seemed distant—blurred somehow by the thick silence that surrounded her. She stood in front of the tall mirror by the bed, her posture calm, her gaze fixed.

This was the first morning. The first morning in the niqab.

Her reflection was foreign, and yet so deeply right. A flowing white niqab framed her eyes, covering everything else, soft and pure like snow. The beige sweater draped loosely over her shoulders and down to her hips, giving her a modest, gentle silhouette. The long denim skirt, buttoned from waist to hem, reached to her boots—sturdy, brown, laced. She looked like someone else. Like someone new. ...