A scarf covering all but an inch of her hair, and ducks into a pizzeria in the West Village on a rainy New York night, Chelsa Cheyenne holds onto her peach-colored shayla. The shayla is an addition that is recent her wardrobe, a expression of modesty reflecting her current transformation to Islam. Cheyenne had simply kept a mixer hosted at the Islamic Center at ny University, a discreet way to permit solitary Muslims to meet up and potentially form relationships. She’d been attending for per month, since she decided that she really wants to marry a Muslim man. Continue reading →