I had a friend that I first met when I was 16 in pre uni. We briefly clicked and hung out a lot. She was really good at finding good things in me, and that perhaps fed my insecure need for validation. Her quietness and passion to change things for the better awed me. Her parents were lawyers with interesting wild crazy all the way for the community ideas, fans of uprising and were perhaps very 60s. The kind of idealistic mavericks you love to read about but hesitate to talk to at parties because you know they will see right through you, into your spineless couch potato past and how you didn’t know or care enough. A few years later she kind of made it more and more obvious that I wasn’t somebody she wanted in her life. It was I who clung desperately for almost 13 years, in a way that became weird and unhealthy. I’d write long messages to her and try to be as interesting as possible to her and artsy, activisty, etc. I would leave room for her super liberalness in my brain always bending my views to try to be acceptable to her. I only realize now it was a way to make me feel open minded that if I impress her than I truly am one of the intellectual intellegent open minded species who successfully crossed the boundaries between the wild left and niqab wearers like me (of course there are wild niqab wearers too. Real wild).
I ended this friendship in early 2023. Terminated it, never to look back again. The thing that made me end it was realizing we never talked about ordinary things like what we did today or how we felt about tomorrow. Random exciting gossipy life events or family issues or small stuff like what our rooms looked like. Or movies, or books. It always carried judgement, was what I said tactful enough, did I reach her high moral standards or did I mention plastic using cafes again or meat (please don’t misunderstand if you truly are a plastic or meat free person, that’s great), did my words convey “repressed south asian patriarchal religious girl who needs to be freed” or was I ignorant and not deep and meaningful enough. Oh and no joking I’d remind myself. The last one in 2007 backfired spectacularly. I really want to message her but every time I think about it I feel sad. I think I do, no I know I do, I just don’t feel it.
It took me a long time to see that she doesn’t represent a polarity, isn’t the boundary of what’s right and wrong. That if she made me feel I had to squeeze myself and walk on egg shells and reassure her a thousand times over indirectly that I’m not some linear minded brainwashed conservative zombie that spends all her mind judging other people’s religious practice or lack thereoff, and she’s still backing off, takes my temporary silence as a good op to cut, well, maybe this friendship should be nicely shelved. I realized to my surprise I am not lonely without her and there are so many people who will look past my niqab, irregardless of faith or non faith and that is F*CKIN’ ENOUGH.