Sometimes old memories pop into your head out of the blue, and they’ve been so deeply buried that remembering them is almost like experiencing them again for the first time. Banana Anne recently posted on her experience as a new hijabi, and one bizarre incident that happened to me nearly ten years ago came to mind.
While living in Pakistan, I was doing some freelance writing here and there. One interview for a news magazine found Owlie, my co-journalist, and I taking an interview with a very elderly, very respectable Muslim doctor who was also a director for the same magazine. When I say elderly I mean over seventy. We were both wearing hijab as well as jilbab, and the interview was interesting but uneventful until in the middle of a sentence, he looked at up at us and said:
“You know, a naked girl on the beach in Cannes has nothing on you.”
I would imagine we both looked pretty blank at that point.
“Your beauty,” he said leaning forward earnestly in his chair, “It is in your mystery!”
He nodded, and smiled in a grandfatherly way, and then went on with the interview as if nothing happened at all.