Part 7: Faraj

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"A decent man understands the difference between being friendly to his neighbours, and acting like a whore."

She seemed angered by my comment, and here I was trying to help her see what she was doing wrong. Since she'd only just started hanging out with those loose women, she might still be saved. I was trying to help her!

I looked her over, realizing that she was dressed modestly, or at least with what passed for modesty in this sinful culture. And she was carrying a full load of books; maybe she wasn't the same as her friends.

But she turned on her heel and stalked off before I could apologize for offending her. I saw that she'd left her papers behind, so I gathered them up for her. They were her class schedule and registration forms. I couldn't resist peeking at them. She had just moved here from Rockcliffe. That was a much different neighbourhood, full of greedy and shameless men. Perhaps it was too late for her after all; she must be ruined by her upbringing. Then again, she was choosing almost all of the advanced classes on her schedule. And she was pretty, in a cleaner way than the others. She wore a little makeup, but it was restrained, not whorish.

And she was very pretty.

But Fadi had a lot to say about women, not much of it good. Especially North American women, who flaunted their bodies, then scorned the men they made lust after them. The prettier they were, the more cursed the man who wanted them. They were evil, a test to be passed only by avoiding and scorning them. They led men only to humiliation and death.

But Samantha seemed shy, and a bit lost. When she wasn't yelling at him, that is. Was it still a forbidden lust if he helped her find Allah, and she became a good woman, like the ones in his mother's country? If she became modest and proper, covered her flesh like she was supposed to...

I shook those thoughts out of my head, remembering I still had a handful of papers that weren't mine. Best to turn them in at the office, she would surely go there to ask for the lost and found.



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