veiledcelebrity: Emma Watson and The Veiled Tide Emma sighed softly as she slowly unwrapped the gift

veiledcelebrity: Emma Watson and The Veiled Tide Emma sighed softly as she slowly unwrapped the gift she was handed to personally from a young woman at one of her speeches. It had been a long day, and while it was an invigorating experience it was also duly exhausting. She put her all in these gatherings, her beliefs in the rights of women was as strong as the summer sun. Her hands began to remove the wrapping she had untied, finding a silky cloth beneath. Slowly she pulled it out, feeling it run along her arm and hand softly like the water along the beaches. There was a note in the center of the delicately folded item. “To Emma, my icon Your passion for our struggle as women has inspired many of us. You are an icon of feminism, and I think you will lead a new wave of feminism for all women. Let me share this gift with you, the icon I believe will lead us to true enlightenment and empowerment.” Emma gasped in a brief shock as she saw the picture on the back of the note: a Niqab. She was awash with confusion, caught between throwing it out and investigating further. ‘What could she have meant by “new feminism?”’ Emma ponded, the red silky Veil still draped over her bare hands. She gently stroked it instinctively with her thumb, yearning for comfort as she faced this conundrum alone. It wasn’t as if she ignored the millions of women who choose to wear the Veil: but, they do so out of indoctrinated habits, don’t they? Although the woman who gave her this did not wear a niqab, nor a hijab. Emma realized that the woman didn’t even have makeup on aside from around her eyes. Those dark brown eyes were so powerful in the thought of hindsight. Those eyes knew they were in control of their destiny. The more Emma thought about those eyes, and how she knew that they had a Veil with them, the more she realized that it did make sense. Her thumb traces circles on the fabric that rested in the palm of her hand. She snapped back into reality with a yawn, her whole body relaxed upon the couch. It was a most peculiar feeling, and she enjoyed it. She peered down at the veil in her hand, sparking the hunger for knowledge that had carried her so far in life. With swift and seamless motion, she pulled open her phone and began to search for stories and blogs about the niqab. The world fell away as Emma fully devoted herself to the search, sifting through and learning of dozens of stories about peace and enlightenment. Most of the women followed it up by reverting to Islam, though a few did not. But each told a story of feminist empowerment and culture. There were a few stories about force that made her blood boil. Yet not at the niqab, for it had done nothing wrong, only been used as a tool of evil when evidence showed that it is a tool for good. After many silent minutes of thinking, of debating and of wondering, Emma slowly began to put on her Veil. It was almost a natural experience, as if she was a river following its course. She draped the hijab over her head first, adjusting it until it fitted perfectly upon her head. Her eyes glanced in a mirror and a smile infectiously grew upon her face: already she was looking much more modest, a beauty that she suddenly realized she had ignored. Yet it wasn’t just the way she looked, but the way she felt was exhilarating. The feeling of the cover was warm and filled with love and pride. Pride for her actions, her beliefs, her choices. Her fingers quickly set out to finish with the niqab. Emma sat at her desk, her red satin niqab and hijab neatly covering her. The camera on her computer was blinking with a red light, signifying that it was ready to take video. She had never been one to livestream, but she needed to get the message out now. The Veil is the way forward for female empowerment. Story by veiled sandra https://veiled-sandra.tumblr.com/Art by https://veiledcelebrity.tumblr.com/ -- source link

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