In the ever-connected world of social media, where milliseconds of thought are translated into an endless sea of characters, one’s public persona can be intricately woven from the threads of posted thoughts and curated images. For many, the hijab has become an instantly identifiable symbol of devotion and conviction, rendering the wearer instantly recognizable to the online community.

‘Hijab, Feet, Twitter’ is a poignant novel that seeks to unravel the balls of yarn tied up within the beautifully intricate tapestry of metropolitan life. In this city of truth, the outskirts of towns become a battleground where the constant flux of individual identities unfold against the acrobatic dance of life in four dimensions.

In a rich, authentic voice, the narrator expresses their opinion about jihad and sharia law, triggering quests that challenge readers to critique whose control resonates over another’s perception of reality itself. Exploring themes that laced discord, animosity, conservatism that substantially overwhelm logic, the novel sneaks quietly beneath our sun under forbidden constraints woven to shroud its quietly fashionable premise.

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