If you like! It's one of those things you never realize you are missing until you do it, so maybe it would be helpful to someone.
I would! I always hear some Muslims, whether male or female, sort of sneer and talk so derisively when a criticism of women's dress/hijab comes up. Like, is how you dress
really that important to you that you wouldn't veil and cover? Is it
really that important to wear what you'd like? Or the colors that you like? Do you really
need to feel totally comfortable? The sun on your back? Breeze on your skin? But that's such an oversimplification of it, it's almost a concept you can't fathom, that before and after, you know.
But little stories like yours come close for me. Not to get too crazily sentimental, but to me those little moments are like the embodiment of being alive, when you're using your body, running and playing, bonding with people and loving them, being totally free and unrestricted. And it's so sad that we ever thought of trading that for a reward that will never come either way!
As much as I can love and respect the Muslim friends/family members in my life, I think that will always get to me. I can nod and understand that place that the happy hijabi is coming from, and I
know she's secure and glad and has a mind of her own and needs no pity, but I will feel it anyway, something inside of me will always make me want to look away from that veil.