She had taken the leap and given away the shirt and tie for him and the dress she would have worn for their wedding.
It had been hard, but decisively she’d done it. And, even now, she could still see them in her mind, feel their textures, and remember the plans they’d once had.
But, when it came time to give away the hijab-like soft cotton coverings that women wore for prayer that she had been gifted by his mother, she kept catching an elusive remnant exotic perfume scent of having been back in Egypt
She remembered the Call to Prayer and the feeling of being included and a part of something that felt Holy.
She had intended to give these items away because she did not want to be another martyr, conscripted by yet another peoples’ set of indoctrinational shackles.
However, she realized that she was not ready to part with the feeling of how close she’d been to other peoples’ families – a witness to interwoven continuity of endurant Belief in community.
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