Yes, I wear the Hijab. Yes, I am a Doctor.

No, I am not a patient. Yes, I can hear you. Yes, I can still use my stethoscope. Yes, I can speak English. Yes, I can speak Arabic you’re welcome. I am honoured that you were hoping I would call your name in the waiting room. How can I help? We are the same. Yes, I have changed this hijab and covered it with a surgical balaclava, I am sterile. No, I do not want to wear this sterile green drape over my head in theatre because you think I should. Oh well. Here goes. I’m from Sydney, thanks! Yes, I am Australian. Accept me. Yes, I am supposed to be in the drugs room. Here is my ID. Again. No, I will not take my hijab off for the interview. Please turn off the TV in the staff tearoom. It’s really upsetting me. I don’t want to hear what they are saying about me. Yes, I am good at my job. Thank you for your kind words. I really can’t come to the Pub. Can we please have a meeting elsewhere? Thanks for the coffee, but I’m fasting. No, I can’t just eat because nobody is looking. I’m fasting. Trust me, it’s ok for this male doctor to examine you. I understand. I will stay here with you. I am so happy! I am so exhausted. Please world, stop attacking me. I am trying to care for my patients. The baby is born. I cry. I will do obstetrics, of course. I will do it.