For some reason, it made sense

Last night I had a really weird dream. First of all, I was living in a group home, and next door to the group home, was some kind of Muslim worshiping center.

Oddly enough, I decided to do some undercover work there, so I snuck into the place, and it was swarming with Muslims and I had to quickly find a disguise. I found one of those things that Muslim women wear to cover up their hair and face, and I put it on. I was so scared that the other people would realize I was definitely not one of them. I walked around the place and looked at everything, spoke to a few other women about little things.

Then suddenly, I felt this complete feeling of understanding. For a moment, I understood why it was good to wear those veils. First of all, men did not look at you like a piece of meat, and instead of your looks, you were judged by what you said, and what your personality was like, and I felt respect for that. It's hard for us image-conscious Western women to understand something like that, but for some reason, in my dream, it made so much sense, and it made me happier.

I can understand how having to live like that can really be repressing, but at the same time I can see the benefits, if you have not experienced anything better. The dream I had didn't really change my thoughts on how to carry myself, but it really helped me learn to try seeing things from someone else's point of view.