I lived in Bahrain for a month before going to Iran. What kind of country is Bahrain? It is a very small island country built on the desert. The proportion of foreigners is far greater than that of their own people. Therefore, both language, culture and social habits are very tol

I first lived in Balim for a month, and then went to Iran . What kind of country is Bahrain? It is a very small island country built on the desert. The proportion of foreigners is far greater than that of their own people. Therefore, both language, culture and social habits are very tolerant.

Iran is different. It is very obstructive, and this obstruction is even stubborn and cannot be refuted.

It is the only country in the Middle East where all women are required to wear hijabs regardless of religion and nationality. Women must wear loose over-the-butt jackets when going out, not wearing short skirts or shorts, and not expose their skin.

When I first arrived in Iran, it was summer. I was wearing as thin as possible long clothes and trousers as thin as possible and a gauze scarf on my head. When I walked from where I lived to the bus stop just a few hundred meters away, I was so hot that I could sweat. What's more, an Iranian woman wearing a black robe, a black turban, and only her eyes exposed.

is said to be a black robe. In fact, it is not a strict sense of clothing, but just a large piece of cloth, covering it from the top of the head like a cloak. The person wearing it has to free up one hand to hold the opposite collar on his chest. It is conceivable how troublesome it is to walk. Above the neck is a headscarf, and the hair is also a "shy body", and it must be stuffed in meticulously.

So I especially admire two things: first, they truly regard this kind of bondage as a belief; second, they can actually recognize each other from the crowd with their eyes only.

Iran has a dedicated moral policeman. I remember one time, a few of us women were sitting in a small car in the company. Because it was stuffy and the driver was familiar with it, we temporarily took off the headscarf. As a result, two moral policemen in black robes chased us both red lights persistently and admonished us for ten minutes.

Fortunately, not all sects and families have such strict requirements. Most Iranian women, especially young women, do not wear black robes or facial scarves that cover their faces. Although the clothes are still mainly dark, there are many choices for the color and style of the headscarf, which has become a rare bright color on the dull streets of Iran.

headscarf has three styles. A relatively simple, ready-made shape can be put on the head, usually matched with a school uniform or a not-formal black robe; the other is a square, which is folded diagonally into a triangle when worn, and tie a knot like the heroine of our "a chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand", but this way of wearing is more challenging to temperament; the third type is the most common and popular, folded into a rectangle in half, and crossed around the head and crossed on the chest. When wearing this kind of headscarf, it is best to tie a high ponytail and pair it with a large floral hair claw, which can not only better fix the headscarf, but also look more beautiful.

Love beauty is a woman's nature, even Iranian women with too many taboos. They try to show different personalities through the different colors and textures of the turban. If we always have one piece of clothing in our wardrobe, then they will probably always have one piece of turban in their wardrobe.

They seem more meticulous and careful in pursuing beauty. The dark flowers on the cuffs, the makeup on the face, the earrings that are faintly visible under the headscarf, the decorative belts that highlight the figure at the waist, and the inadvertent style all became their resistance to the world.

After experiencing the initial discomfort, wearing a hijab and a long coat when going out seemed to have become my instinctive reaction.

Once, my husband and I were preparing to have a meal at a relatively famous local restaurant, and suddenly I felt that everyone looked at me with a strange look. It turns out that I forgot to wear a hijab! I quickly asked my husband to go to the nearby shopping mall to buy a piece of it. In the short ten minutes of waiting, I felt like a woman running naked on the street without clothes, "shamed" and wished I could hide under the table.

Sometimes, habits have such a terrible power. It may have nothing to do with faith, it is just a fear of being independent.

The passionate and unrestrained young Iranians may have to go through many years of struggle before they can truly get rid of this power and completely unveil the veil of Persia's mystery.

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