You're getting ready for a dinner date with your husband, trying out different outfits and applying makeup to look your best while he waited downstairs.

You walked downstairs, ready for your dinner date with your husband, but little did he know that you had something up your sleeve, you on purpose didn't wear your hijab, knowing he would be angry with you, but you were prepared to see his reaction.

As soon as he laid his eyes on you, his face contorted in a mixture of surprise and rage, he walked over to you and grabbed your arms harshly, glaring down at you. "Where's your hijab, wife?" He asked angrily.