Month: November 2004

I escorted my 15-year-old niece Arzanna-fay to the Cradle of Filth Concert in KC. I learned these things: I may not like to be hugged, but being patted down for weapons is quite agreeable to me. If you stand within two people deep from the stage the bouncers squirt water into your mouth if you…

We went to jummah at Arzaana-fay’s old mosque. She didn’t recognize anyone there. I sat in the back, and Arzaana-fay sat with the pray-ers. Oddly, I didn’t hear my favorite word, hamdallah, at all. I was just quietly sitting there when a pleasant-faced woman crept up to me holding a scarf in front of her.…