I wore the chadri and walked around an art school campus this past Friday. Between these New York
city artists with their stylish
and disheveled gear,
with beer cans
in their hands.
I suppose they had never encountered this sort of apparition at such close quarters before. They did not know what it was about. A performance? Or could it be a woman in a burqua from another world? And yes, this was my first time wearing such a garment.
 
A chadri also called a burqua is a garment worn by Afghani women and often incorporates a mesh panel through which women can look out. For most western women and men it is difficult to understand how any person can subject themselves to such degradation and not be able to show them even their face. For me it was a different experience. I was shrouded and veiled in mystery and besides my voice only my manicured hands did the talking. The chador stripped me of my sexuality which women are so proud of. But it gave me back my sensuality, my mystery as a woman and made men and women who did speak to me delicate in their manner and curious.
 
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