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If modest is in the way you dress or the way you talk is something everyone has different opinions on, some will say modest is in the way you dress, while others will say it in the way you talk.
And for those that think modest is the way you dress are quick to judge (in my opinion),but personally I will say modest is in the way you talk.
I have seen people that dress extravagantly but are down to earth, very calm and humble,I have seen people that dress very simple but are very rude and arrogant.
Actually it is not like I said all the people that dress extravagantly are modest and not all the people that dress simply are rude and arrogant.
My point is that dress does not determine if a person is modest or not, first of all try to know the person first,try talking to them to know if they are modest or not,not minding how they are dressing.
Because honestly if we decide to judge only by how a person is dressed then we miss the chance of knowing people and their real character.
There was this time I meant this woman,a very beautiful woman, always dressing extravagantly,if someone sees this woman, you think she is rude and arrogant.I avoided her so much because I thought she was harsh.
So one day we came back from school with my younger brother and my mom was not home. We decided to sit outside and wait since the door was closed.
She came back from the market and saw us sitting outside.she asked us why we were outside,we told her our mom was not home and the door was closed.
She asked us to come to her house and wait for our mom. My younger brother jumped up and started running towards her house. While I was scared I thought of saying no to her offer because I was really worried, what if we make a mistake and did something wrong to get her mad.
But before I could say no my younger brother was already at her door waiting for her to open the door, I could not say no I just had to follow them inside.
Now while inside,my younger brother was not sitting in one place, he was jumping up and down. At that time my younger brother was four years old while I was six years old, but I was mature then my age maybe because I am the first born.
I was trying to control him,but she kept telling me to allow him. He is just a kid, she played with him so much like she was her age mate, before my mom would come he was already tired of playing so he slept off,she took care of us like her children.
Since then we became very close because that day I saw the sweet side of her and stopped judging her.
