"Your mum and dad want to talk to you, Sister Kamila." I was reading on my display. So they gave us small displays with which we could communicate silently. So I wrote:
" When my mother wants, she may visit me here in the women's wing. Please admonish her to whisper!"
She stood in front of me in tears, and we took each other in our arms, then we sat down. She whispered, I am so proud of you, Mama, and said:
"How weird you look with your strict clothing and your headscarf, baby," she said.
"You'll have to get used to it, Mama. Tomorrow a new chapter in my life starts. However, I notice how calmly you are reacting to all that. I am proud of you."
"Thank you, child, and what will happen to you?"
"Well, tomorrow I will speak the Shahada, my creed and then until I pass my Abitur I want to live here and practice my new faith," I told her.
"Darling, I want to respect your wish. Only please you could stay at home because we miss you so much" and tears rolled from her cheeks.
"What do you think, you will spend the night with me in the madrasah and celebrate my Shahada tomorrow morning with us. I will live with you on weekdays, and my weekends I live here, in the Madrasa. You can also spend your weekend with me in the madrasah if you want.
"You mean I should live here with you on the weekends?"
"Yes, I'll turn you into a good Muslimah."
"We'll see about that. Well, I'll inform Klaus that I'll be staying with you tonight and that he shall get me fresh stuff for sleep."
"Send Papa home, and we got everything here. He doesn't need to bring you anything. It's enough for him to pick us up tomorrow after my Shahada."
While the mother was on her way, the Niqaabi wrote to me.
"You did very well, dear sister. We will save your mother's immortal soul, and she too will soon share the joys of our faith with us. Allah will bless you!"
When mum came back, I said: "I want you, as long as you are here, to veil yourself as my mother and married wife should be here. Let's go to the bathroom."
There she was dressed entirely by me as Niqaabi, and I asked her to veil over my Shahada tomorrow as well. I was astonished to see how stoically everything happened to her. Then I took her to my place, and I recited the Koran to her. She learned very quickly to eat with Niqaab, and everything else was also easy for her. When we lay down to sleep in the evening, and I said to her:
"We sleep in the veil. Tomorrow morning we take a shower and put on fresh clothes. So we are always properly dressed," she was shocked at first, but then she accepted her fate.
Finally, we reached the Madrasa. We waited in the entrance hall, and we were very friendly welcomed by the Imam. He let Hanna immediately be informed about our arrival. Hanna sent her father her love and asked me to visit her in the women's wing. I collected all my strength when I had to follow an utterly veiled one to the women's wing. I saw her there. She wore a full floor-length dress and a tightly bound headscarf that hung far over her shoulder. I could only see her eyes, her nose and her mouth, everything else disappeared in a silky cloth, but I did not want to offend her, and I smiled at her with tears. She praised me for my understanding, and my heart became quite warm, and all my worries had probably not gone away, but they didn't squeeze so badly anymore. We quickly found our way to a constructive conversation. In the end, we agreed on a compromise. I will spend the night in the Madrasa today and celebrate her Shahada with her tomorrow. She even made me disguise myself as a married mother of a Muslimah deserves, she said. I know that if I meet my daughter, I will not lose her. I had miraculously got used to the veil very quickly. I looked at my display in my black-gloved hands. I sat together with my daughter Kamila, and we read the translated Koran verses on the screens, which recited to us via headphones in the original. I felt deeply connected to her. It was lovely. When we went to bed, she told me to sleep fully clothed, then in the morning we would shower and get new clothes. So we would always be dressed correctly for twenty-three hours. At first, that seemed very strange. But I soon fell into a peaceful sleep with my daughter in my arms.