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Afroza Part Five:
So I opened the door to the Ladies changing room. I stood there for a
moment.
I was upset.
"Afroza, I can't go back out there again dressed like this. I don't
want Steve groping me again. I need you to help me put on my Burqa."
For the first time since I was a little boy I was crying. Men don't cry
do they? But how could I, dressed as a playboy bunny, in the Ladies
changing room, think of myself as being even remotely Male? I had
permission to cry and it felt good to just let go.
"Well of course I will, Nasrullah, but you do look cute as a playboy
bunny, so you mustn't hold it against Steve. But let me get this
straight, you, are asking me, to dress you up as a Muslim woman?"
Afroza said putting her arms around me to comfort me. "Amber, the girls
and I were off to the mosque and you could have chosen to leave the
studio dressed as a playboy bunny or even as a man but you want to leave
dressed as one of us?"
"Yes. That's exactly what you just heard. I asked you to dress me up
as a Muslim woman, to islamicise me if there is such a word?"
"Yes there is and I will, Nasrullah," Afroza replied. "But you will
have to come down to the mosque with us afterwards as it is time for
prayers and no one will understand why you are heading the other way for
Zuhr."
"She needs lashes!" Said Jessenia. I thought for a moment she meant
something involving a whip. "Wait, Afroza, you weren't seriously going
to let Nasrullah walk to the mosque under the gaze of hundreds of the
most eligible men in this town looking almost Male under her burqa!"
This was a new concept for me as I hadn't thought of Muslim men as being
the most eligible men in town, but then I hadn't thought of any men as
being eligible before, had I? Wait what was going through my head or
for that matter Jessenia's?
"She's right, Nasrullah, What was I thinking? It's as well your mascara
hasn't run, because it's semi permanent, but try to dry your tears now,
just in case. I just happen to have some spare false lashes to help
you, inshallah, to look a perfect woman."
I sat there as Afroza applied false lashes to my eyelids. I was kind of
relieved that a whip was not involved.
"You really ought to do her nails too," prompted Jessenia as Afroza dug
out some nail polish and had me sit in front of the mirror as she
painted my fingers.
"You'd have looked better with nail extensions, Nasrullah, but the nail
polish will have to do for now."
I looked at myself in my playboy bunny suit and my false eyelashes.
"I know no-one will see your lips under your burqa, but would you mind
if I painted them?" Afroza asked holding a lipstick in her hand which
seemed to match the crimson nails she had just given me.
She had taken the lid off before I could reply.
Obviously I could hardly object, dressed as I was, in the Ladies
changing rooms. Yes it was true that I was already wearing lipstick
which Alishaba had put on me earlier but I shock my head to indicate I
would not object and Afroza painted my lips before helping me dress in
my burqa again.
I looked at the Muslim woman I had become in the mirror. Of the group
of us I was the only one in heels.
We left for the mosque.
I was constantly conscious of the clacking of my heels on the pavement.
When we got there Amber told me I must say the Shahada three times
before I went into the Mosque, which she told me was "La ilaha illa
Allah, Muhammad rasoolu Allah."
I did so.
"Welcome sister, you are a Muslim now," Afroza said. "You have reverted
to your true religion. We must help you find a husband."
Afroza explained that the shahada was my testimony that I believed in
Allah and his prophet Mouhammad, peace be upon him and had accepted
Islam as my religion.
I had been converted to Islam by my own words from my lipstick painted
lips.
I had truly lived up to my new name of the Victory of Islam. I was
about to learn what life was like as a Muslim woman. I would submit to
Islam.
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