The journey of a Saudi Woman

    If I were a piece of garments, I would be a black gown with no colors or details. This is how I began to move without shape, name or recognizable features. The person walking with me could easily lose my trace or fail to identify me amid the hundreds of identical copies of women who look exactly like me and walk in the same street. I did evolve later on. They added more details to the gown and ornamented it with dazzling jewels. I became more different, replacing the black garment with lighter colors, even adding grey and brown to the mix. 
My life resembles the journey of a gown: it started out as a modest piece of cloth that only leaves the house for the grave, but gradually was extended to reach the shops, markets and companies.