My aunt Parvone is one of the kindest, sweetest, most patient women I know. We often refer to her as “Madare Hame” , Everyone's Mother. She married at 17 years old to her first cousin, Hamid. He was 8 years her senior. Parvone grew up wearing hijab and was hounded by her grandmother to cover her hair, not show too much skin. At her wedding, her scarf was considered ‘too thin’ and she had to replace it with a thicker veil. Two children, a house and years of international travel later, Parvone considers herself ‘Bi Hijab” Without Hijab. Wow, how does her grandmother feel about this now?