The car alarm was blaring behind me; the baseball bat swinging swiftly along with me. I glared at him, "Sorry." The sarcasm dropped cruelly from my lips and his jaw tightens, "You'll pay for this!" he yelled, a vicious growl escaping from his throat.
Photo by Shifaz Huthee “One did not simply put on a Dhivehi Libaas. It was a symbol. The outspoken celebration of a girl becoming a woman. To wear one was to show pride in, and embrace one’s feminine-hood.