We stand as one, a mass of black bodies.
In between the swirling mass of men in freshly pressed tunics and loose fitting trousers and children in their own dress, we are people underneath our mound of blackness.
A dark door, exotic, yet we are demonised as aliens in our media. Our media? We were born here, just like you.
We call Britain home, we are accustomed to the culture here, for we have lived here all our lives. A crisis of conscience; the British government's War On Terror is a thinly veiled euphemism for a 'war on Islam'.
Where do we stand, with our country or with the religion? We are women, we are people. It's hard to see when we're dressed like this, but we have feelings, hopes and dreams of our own.
The more liberal of us don't wear the headscarf, we are working people. The outsider's view of the Muslim woman being restricted in the home is a cultural phenomenoa, something seen only on television.
Everything is televised now, but if is everything is televised, why aren't we given our own platform to speak? The only progressive Muslims' show I have had the pleasure of seeing is Shar'iah Television, and even only then it was shown solely at midnight for one week.
My grandmother has worn her hijab every day since the 1950s, and I can understand why people are dismissive of her. The Cold War demonised Russians, but now wearing a headscarf we are being demonised as Muslims.
It is a choice, many women choose not to wear it. Many view it as freedom to wear the scarf, whereas others see it as a sign of repression.
The Muslim Council Of Britain is just that, a council. It does not accurately represent our views. If we were to have a real Muslim Council Of Britain we would have people from all walks of life. We would have muslim women, we would have gay men, we would have Muslims that don't believe in Allah.
Growing up I wish that things were more progressive in Muslim culture. I wish for a mosque where I could bring my Jewish friend, my Christian grandmother and my Buddhist buddy. A place that was for God, but a place that embraced the culture of Islam and acknowleged the place as a community place, not just solely for Muslims.
I wish I could say, "Hey, come up and listen to a sermon, we'll have a cigarette afterwards, everyone's welcome". When they say "Islam means peace" it means "We won't say anything" and when you question them, they tell you to shut up.
I have a confession to make: I don't believe in God. I'm a secular Muslim, I view it as my ethnicity and background, but not my religion. I'm a cultural muslim, my group alleigance as opposed to my belief in God.
I don't believe in Allah, but being Muslim is still woven into me, I took the opportunity to fuse it with my beliefs now. This one time a woman came into my mosque. She had a broken arm, a broken heart, tears streaming down her face and she wore a miniskirt.
We all rushed to hug her, and after that the first thing we did was cover her legs and offer her a cup of tea.
That's the Islam I know, I don't really know the extremism part.