|Michael a few Halloweens ago covering his cuteness|
Yesterday we were leaving my grandparents' apartment when I saw a lady with hijab walking with a young girl. They, like Michael and I, were loading the car in order to leave. Discreetly (read: without pointing) I said cheerfully, "Oh, there's a Muslim lady over there." Michael glanced across the parking lot.
"Why isn't the little girl wearing one of those things?" he asked.
I explained that children didn't have to wear them.
"But her parents might make her when she's older?" he pondered.
"Maybe. But it's supposed to be the individual's choice."
Michael again, "I don't see why they want to cover their beauty."
I chuckled inwardly. Did he just actually say "cover their beauty"? Where did he hear that?
I do remember when we returned from Syria over two years ago that I showed him photos from our time there. I explained about the women covering their hair and that they felt God required this of them in order to be modest. Maybe I used that phrase back then, but that's been quite a while ago!
"Oh, you think women's hair is beautiful, huh?"
"Oh yeah...there's not much better than good hair."
|And what would I know about that?|
Then we went on to discuss Muslims a little bit since he's never met any. He said, "Don't most Muslims want to kill us?" *groan*
I'm thinking he really needs to take a trip to Syria!
(Or at least back when I was there. Now it's in a bit of turmoil...for freedom's sake.)