‘‘Love of The Internet’’ 💍♥
️Part 8
(Love Story)
I was waiting for the
woman to say no and she jumped back and said: yes, we are done! And we are
talking about Sawda, I mean, where else is the old man taking me? How do things
work here?
When I went outside the
door, there was a black car, driven by a big bearded man. Yusuf Abu Tafseer is
sitting in the window next to the front window, just a little ahead of me. He
said to me: get in the car uncle, I said hi. I quickly opened the back window
next to him and jumped in. The car moved with us and the two sheikhs have their
own stories. Where are you going on foot, I wonder, but we are going towards
the market. Uncle Munir, I just came to you. Hey uncle I said in a low voice.
Uncle, we are going to the market and shaving your hair like this is forbidden
and it is unethical and he preached to me for a long time. I remember the
sermon that says "one who is of the same race is one".
And I have it and I'm
going to give it a try. You finally convinced me to go to the mosque tonight,
and I agreed. But the worst thing was that I had to shave my hair, it was a
very messy hair that I had spent a lot of time and money on. I did not say that
money is being arranged and I said hello to my uncle. Uncle, I didn't go to the
barber and he stood up, I'm going to give you the money! As he was passing by,
I refused to support him and said, "I will go to my uncle tomorrow and I
will shave myself." But the other one is worse than me and he throws me a
sweet ball every now and then. What do you expect with two Omar Bin Afuf in a
car alone? In the end they forced me to shave my hair tonight and also take me
to the hairdresser.
What's worse for me is
that most barbers know each other and are friends. We don't know each other; my
brothers and father have a hair cutting business in the market. And that is a
risk that he will soon find out about my tribe without forgetting. Because in
this area the profession of barbering is often practiced in marginalized or
discriminated communities. I myself go to school in the morning and work as a
hairdresser in the afternoon.
Knowing my tribe is not a
problem for me, but I will lose it only in Sawda. Because it is very difficult
for me from those communities to be allowed to marry or have a relationship
with other communities. But I have one hope for Sawada's father, Yusuf Warsame
(Abu Tafseer), which is that he is a great sheikh who probably has a lot of religion
and intelligence, and at least he is a Muslim and God willing.
We went to where father's
barber shop was and he might be there now. I am thinking about what will happen
and how to swim. There are about ten hair cutting businesses in a row and this is
one of them. I can do it with someone other than my father so as not to confuse
things, but we all know each other. Sometimes I wonder if I know who you are
now or again what is the difference? Have you changed and become his tribe or
are you waiting for a change to happen and your community will be free from
discrimination? These are two painful questions. We were informed that the car
stopped at the place where I was staying and at the same place as my father and
his family.
I opened the window and
the promise to go to the mosque was kept. When I opened the window and did not
get into the car, Jama's father came out! I was shocked, I stood up and thought
he saw me. A thousand things fall like raindrops on my mind, I go into a
frenzy, everything gets complicated if father intervenes. Uncle, what did you
find in the mosque? I looked towards my father and he didn't see me, he was
walking on the road. God has saved the affairs. I got in front of the car and
we drove towards the mosque. They say to me, thank God, uncle, you are so
beautiful, what are you doing? I have a cousin and I do it like this. Until
now, Abu Tafseer doesn't know what he wants from me, but let's see.
We stopped in front of
the mosque and got out of the car with uncle Abu Tafseer. Suddenly, many elders
and scholars who were full in front of the mosque rushed to greet him! They are
very hesitant to greet him and they are saying, Sheikh, you are late tonight
and things like that. Then I understood that this mosque was not his but that
he had brought it to us. But this sheikh was pleased with all the people when
they saw him and for about seven minutes greetings and sweets continued. My
eyes were once caught by Sheikh Khadar Saleh who stood with him! I have never
forgotten the shock that I felt that day, if shock was to die for me, I'm sure
it was me.
So, Khadar Salah is a man
we know well and has been a client of ours for two years, and I think I have
shaved my hair a hundred times. He even knows my face and if he sees me, he
greets me and starts a joke and a story with me. It is possible in front of
Sheikh Abu Tafseer. Then they get to know each other and the story expands.
Now, both of them are busy and they are very friendly. And I'm standing in the
back or the back and I'm confused whether to leave or not. Whenever the
situation is bad for me, what I calm down are religious scholars who think they
are better than other people and you will not face discrimination and
prejudice.
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