CHAPTER 10

I am about to leave Fatima’s to go home when I am pulled from behind into a big hug from Abeela. Abeela is brown skinned and 5 feet 5 inches tall.

“As-salamu Alaykum, kiddo.”

“Wa- Alaykumu Salam, how are you, aunt Umit?” she says stepping in front of me.

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I am fine too, how is work?”

“It’s a bit stressful but okay. How is school?”

“It’s amazing. There is so much I want to tell you about school, but I am on my way out,” she says.

“You are going out looking like that?” I say taking a good look at how she is dressed, and I am disappointed to say this is no way a Muslim girl should dress to go out. She is wearing a very short skirt that stops mid-thigh and even though she is wearing pantyhose, it’s still too short.

“Yes, what’s wrong with it?” she says like she doesn’t know.

“What is wrong with it?” I say in a stern voice.

“Aunt, what’s wrong with it? This is how everyone dresses now