My sister, ever the literate, hippy-hijabi militant multiculticultural mom, went to the Library. She picked up a whole bunch of Indo-Pak English literature for herself, and books for the children (including a healthy dose of multicultural material). At the check out, the librarian (and old Canadian woman) looked up and asked, “You know that it’s so wonderful that you like to read.”

My sister smiled, and wondered to herself whether it was because of her hijab. Maybe she should be thankful that her bearded, scary husband lets her out of the house sometimes… or…

Perceptions. Interesting things. [Oh, her husband may be bearded, but he isn’t scary.]