#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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It takes me a couple of moments to comprehend where we are as Seid pulls the car onto a steep ramp and then reverses into a car park. It's well after noon now and there are barely any cars on the road, which would be troubling if we were anywhere in New York other than Staten Island. I look around frantically wondering where Seid has brought me so far away from our route.
'Steve and Sons Car wash' proclaims a large banner hung up on the compact building in front of us.
A car wash? Seid had driven half an hour straight to bring us to a car wash? I'm sure there are plenty of car washes in Queens- which is less than ten minutes away from our apartment.
"Are you serious?" I ask.
"What?" He fires back indignantly, "I'm very particular about where I get my car washed from."
"And Steve and Sons are worth the petrol?"
He ignores me and gets out of the car, slamming the door which is stupid because you don't actually have to get out of the car to get your car washed before I'm actually able to convey this to Seid he throws my door open and grabs me by the hand.
"What the hell Seid? Why're we getting out of the car?"
He ignores me again and I decide there and then that of all the loath able habits of his, I absolutely hate when he ignores me.
Right when I'm about to let him know just that, a burly man steps out of the building and waves in our direction.
"Hey boy-o!" The man shouts.
"How's it going Steve?" Seid shouts back.
"How are the sons?" I say under my breath, loud enough for Seid to hear, earning a little chuckle from him. Glad he gets my sense humor or he'd have kicked me out of our apartment ages ago.
"How in the hello you been Seid-o? You finally got yourself a Missy?" Steven nods towards me as we get closer to him.
"I'm fine- no this is-"
"About time, I was wondering how long you'd last without a mate-" Steve seems to have ignored Seid and I come to the conclusion that he's an obnoxiously perceptive man.
"Steve, she's my roommate-"
"Is that what you kids are calling it these days? back in my time we used to call em bed warmers-" he continues on.
I cringe and can feel myself getting red in the face. I'd be hurt if I wasn't so embarrassed.
"Nothing like than man, can I talk to you?" Seid lets go of my arm and takes Steve to the side.
What's so private that he can't say it in front of me? That too with a car wash owner? I impatiently tap my foot on the pavement and am in no mood to stand around and wait while Seid catches up with his old bud- an hour away from home. I spot an ice cream truck from the corner of my eye and curse myself for not grabbing my bag out of the car before getting out. I stare longingly at the picture of a sponge bob shaped ice lolly on the truck and the bearded man somehow thinks I'm staring at me and sticks his head out to wink at me. I give him the middle finger and don't look at the ice cream truck again.
