"What colour was the dress?" I asked, just to test her.
"It doesn't matter what colour the dress was!" Yaz snapped exasperatingly.
"Whoa, who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" I shifted away from her as if she were an alien. "The Yasmine El-Howly I know would never say that."
"Just listen to the rest of my dream, and then you can judge for yourself," Yaz ordered, so I did. "In the dream, I turned around from the mirror, and I saw people from school laughing at me. I wondered why, until I remembered my hijab. I was about to take it off in the dream, but I couldn't feel it on me. Instead I just felt skin, and I looked down, and I was naked."
"Is this another one of your naked in public dreams?" I sighed. Yaz was always having these, I sometimes had them too. They were horrifying, especially for someone like me who has been wearing hijab for six years now. It was my worst nightmare, to be exposed.
"No, this is more than that," Yaz replied with urgency. Her dark eyes were gleaming with something, I couldn't pinpoint what exactly, but she looked eager to tell me this dream. "You see, I was naked, but then you came to me and handed me my clothes. But you said I had to choose between staying naked for the rest of the day in front of everyone, or covering up and wearing hijab for the rest of my life. And do you know what I chose?"
"Hm, let me guess, the naked option?" I joked.
Yaz shook her head. "No, I chose the second option, and when I wore the hijab, everyone stopped laughing. I felt a sense of peace and pride in myself, and it felt so good to wear that long dress because it was so cool and silky against my skin, and I felt so relaxed..."
I pondered over this for a second. I was usually good at determining the meaning of dreams, alhamdulillah, so this dream wasn't hard to understand. "Yaz, would you like my opinion?" I always asked this before I gave my interpretations, even if I knew the answer.
Yaz nodded. "Yes, please."
Thought so. "What happened to you last night made you feel vulnerable, didn't it?" 
"More than just vulnerable -  I felt weak," Yaz admitted. "I know you warned me many times not to get too involved with boys, but I really liked Aidan, and I didn't think he would..."
"It's okay, I thought he was good too, but was he drunk?"
"He did have a couple drinks..." Yaz recalled. "But what's this got to do with the dream?"
I smiled. "It has everything to do with the dream, Yaz. You said you had a spiritual revelation? This is it; Aidan was the breaking point," I told her. I could see in her eyes she was finally understanding, so I continued. "I think you finally realized that modesty is the best policy, according to your dream. This whole time you were drifting away from your faith, and you were wearing clothes that were, well, revealing. I mean, just look at your dress, Yaz, it's very short." I gestured to the black and silver strapless dress she wore, accentuating her curves and showing a bit of cleavage.
Yaz glanced down at it in shame. "I know. I thought if I dressed like this Aidan would like me," she muttered.
"Maybe he liked you a bit too much, if he, you know..."
Yaz looked up at me, and I realized then how tired she looked with her eyeliner smudged around her eyes, creating the panda effect. We had been so tired last night, I didn't even think to clean her up. "Mariam, don't go blaming me for what happened. I wore this dress to look good, so don't say that it's the reason he came onto me. Even though it's sorta true..." Yaz bit her lip sheepishly, realizing my point.
"I'm not going to blame you, Yaz, but I'm not going to say you were completely innocent here. In the dream, you said people were laughing at you when you were supposedly naked. How did you feel?" I felt like a therapist at the moment.