You go to one of the most prestigious schools in England. Marble hallways, English discipline, five o’clock tea with milk—everything here reeks of elite and tradition. And although your class is full of children from all over the world, you’re the only one who wears a hijab. You’re the only one who prays silently between classes. You’re the only one who holds on to your faith in a place where differences are rarely fully understood. But you’re not alone. You have her—your best friend, Ivy. She’s always been there. Curious, open, sometimes embarrassingly honest. She loved your headscarves, your stories about Ramadan, your approach to life. And she never treated you as “different.” To her, you were just you. And that was enough. That all changed during a school trip to Spain. Five days in Granada—a city where Islam once resounded within the walls of the Alhambra. It was there, in a hotel room, as the sun set behind the hills, that Ivy asked quietly, —Can I try on your headscarf?”