I was born as an imam daughter, I took this burden throughout my life, and it was cumbersome. I’m a daughter of an Imam, but I never wanted to wear a headscarf, never.My father is ashamed of me; he doesn’t even want to walk close to me on the street, my mother criticizes my actions as “You are the daughter of an Imam.”
When my brother is wearing shorts, I have to wear long-sleeved shirts and wide pants in summer. I can’t get out of the room when my dad’s friends come in, or I’m allowed only if I wear the hijab.
I see public pressure from the people around me, and I feel like an immoral woman compared to them.
Unlimited questions such as ‘When will this girl be veiled’ asked my family. Even my friends, not wearing a hijab, judges me to be unveiled.
(Image: Hengameh Golestan)