I wash my clothes.

I'm undressing.

Sami started taking my clothes off.

I was still wearing black.

I got dressed when it was time to leave the house.

But before we start, I need just to put these on.

I'm wearing my clothes for my mothers as well as your mothers.

But I do still think twice about what I wear when using the public transportation, or walking in front of a construction site, because my chances of being harassed increase if I make certain kinds of choices.

And he said he'd be delighted. And I said and he said, Would you like me to wear my dog collar?

Is this science fiction? No, because I'm wearing the first application of this technology.

I want us to stop making excuses and saying I was wearing gym clothes during the day, and still got pawed.

It doesn't have to be a special occasion for me to wear pink, just whenever I feel like it.

I sit and wait for the transfer. Two days pass, and on the third we get transferred to Raqqa the Military Security branch there.

When I wear my headscarf or chador , people relate to me as an individual, not an object I feel respected.

It was a Friday and I was supposed to attend a protest in the Bustan Al Qaser neighborhood.

So I get out of the shower and I mechanically dress and I'm walking around my apartment, and I'm thinking, I gotta get to work. I gotta get to work.

As for me, maybe my ability to speak some English and the fact that I don t wear a hijab most of the other women were wearing it helped me not be spotted.

What that means is prepping my outfit, prepping options, trying to figure out what I'm coming behind and going in front of.

I was wearing sneakers, so I took advantage of the others busyness and lifted the sole of one shoe and carefully slid one AlHambra cigarette under there more about this later.

I left my house in Mashru Dummar at 7am, along with my brother, who encouraged me to do this.

I have trodden the winepress alone and of the peoples there was no man with me yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath and their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.

I have trodden the winepress alone and of the people there was none with me for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

I used to sleep in the bathtub on the 11th floor in Hamra, wearing all my clothes, because I did not want to have my blown up body parts naked on television... from the memories of the War of Elimination

My preacher said, Don't you worry The scientists have it all wrong And so, who cares it's winter here? And I have my halter top on I have my halter top on Everyone's out in merry Manhattan in January. Chris Anderson Jill Sobule!

He told me that the only fabrics I was allowed to wear were cotton and linen since other types are chemically treated and the toxins eventually make their way through our body.

Fortunately, I don't live in a country where I need to be worried a policeman will come after me and fine me either for looking insufficiently pious, or strip me down in the name of liberation.

I mean, I'm wearing a tie, first. And then secondly, I'm a little bit nervous because I'm speaking in a foreign language, and I want to apologize in advance, for any mistakes I might make.

Literally hundreds of elevator rides were spent with me alone stuffing the pump into my Spanx, hoping the doors wouldn't open unexpectedly.

Moving around every day with my suitcase and my laptop which should not contain any thing that could condemn me at the regime s check points . Moving around from one house to the other, followed by the wondering, rather terrified gazes of my friends parents, whom I cannot blame.

But anyway, so we were in Venice, and this is our room. And I had this dream that I was wearing this fantastic green gown, and I was looking out the window, and it was really a beautiful thing.

There was one time during the general elections, when I was in my official police uniform, when a man came up to me and said, Pardon, ma am, but are you a police officer? I burst out laughing and told him that no, actually, this was a costume I bought just down the street.

My carry on was carefully scrutinized, my passport examined from every angle, my shoes turned upside down (supposedly to see if anything was hidden in them), and my makeup bag was gone over with a fine tooth comb.

As a Muslim woman before the Taliban regime I still wore a veil and followed Islamic rules regarding the hijab, however, during the Taliban if we didn t wear a burka we were whipped We have an ill fated memory of the Taliban. increased the miseries of our people and we don t want them to come to power ever again.