One time I invited a college friend to my house with her husband and 3 children, a teen daughter, and a son, and a baby.

She was one of my very traditional and religious friends and her husband was a religious cleric. At first, I did not want them to come to our house, but as I thought more about it, I felt I had to develop my friendships, although sometimes bitter and full of differences of opinion.

They came and their children soon became acquainted with the natural beauties of our land. Children who barely encountered a tree in their own city suddenly experienced lush forests, green fields, the sea, and the beach, and they were so passionate, free, and free.

The 9-year-old girl, who had been wearing a black veil all her life, suddenly forgot that she had to wear a hijab and cover herself up like a dark figure.

What I have noticed is that children are very interested in playing at the beach and while talking about the beach, the first thing that comes to their mind is sand play.

We decided to take the kids to one of the good beaches in our city to play in. At the beach the black-clad mother stood alone, caring for her baby and watching the sea. Dad took off his clothes and went to the sea to swim. Young children played by the sea. The boy was wearing swim shorts and the 9-year-old was in full Hijab wearing the exact clothes as she had come with.

I do not know whether to cry or laugh when I see the funny and bitter contradictions of our lives ...

Yesterday I was revisiting the pictures of that day of those two kids by the sea. Of the three photos I had of the little girl playing with sand by the sea, two of them show her rearranging her hijab, worrying about her long scarf falling off. And the naked boy, free and easy, has embraced the sea without any worries...

I wish it was a nightmare and I had someone calling me to wake up.