In having to sort through, separate, and send onward so much of this and that as quickly as possible, she emboldened herself and left the “gifted” prayer rug at the masjid door to the women’s section.
For though it had been brilliantly colored beautifully, she needed to have its taint cleansed by others’ innocence.
Because it had been a “gift” that essentially tried to leverage itself as a buy-off.
A consolation prize added to a small pile of materialistic goods with an enforced permanent “farewell” in the guise of “visit any time.”
And, she still didn’t understand how people who professed such deep beliefs in God’s “teachings” could ever do such a thing.
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