The supporter published on April 8, 2019, by Vulcan.
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THE SUPPORTER by T_G
Erika Sommer was a 23-year-old, slim, brunette girl. Her best friend is Asra Kagan, an Arab girl of the same age. One of the reasons for such friendship is Erikas parents. Ingrid and Fritz had no sympathy for Arabs, but Erika had just made friends with Asra. After initial quarrels, her parents left Erika alone. They were disturbed by the moods of their difficult daughter and hoped that she would soon forget Asra. Maybe Erika, when she finally finds a job, has less time for stupid things, parents thought. But Erika became more and more friends with the Muslim girl who loved fashionable clothes like Erika. Asra told her about her culture and religion. She even taught her Arabic in a few months, and both prayed together. Erika was an atheist, to the great sorrow of her Catholic parents. Erika begged Arabic as a gesture to her friend. Asra knew that, and yet she was happy. Erika once accompanied her to the mosque. One day Asra got angry about a report in the local newspaper.
"Look with what an idea the Godfrid has come up! That is unacceptable! " she said. Anna Godfrid was the mayor of the city, and many didn't like her. The two girls didn't want her either.
"It will soon be forbidden to wear burqa and niqab!" Erika read the article. The article reported that the mayor said the veil was a means of oppressing women, which men forced women to do. So she will place an order regarding his ban.
"It's scandalous! Why can't we wear what we want? "Asra was outraged.
"But you're not wearing a veil!" Erika wondered.
"It's a matter of principle! If we're going to carry him, we're going to carry him! That shall remain our decision! We're already organizing the protest. Join us and support us!" said the Arab girl. So they also agreed to meet the next morning at nine o'clock at Asras parents. Erika rushed to them the next day, and a woman in black veils opened the door for her.
"Hello, my friend! Come in, and I've already prepared some veils for you with my mother.
"Asra's voice resounded behind the niqab.
"Should I wear a veil, too?" Erika wondered.
"Of course! All stages are run through in a veil! " said Asra nodding. Asra and her mother Dima accompanied Erika to a room and undressed her. They gave her black panties, a shirt, and stockings.
"Do we have to? Why can't I keep my underwear? "Erika asked.
"You're supposed to be a Muslim Arab girl, so you'll wear the same as me now!" said Asra laughing. They kept dressing Erika. They gave her a long abaya, matching shoes and covered her hair with a hijab. Only the face and hands were still visible, but that didn't last long. Asra pulled black gloves on Erika's hands, and Dima tied the niqab in front of her face.
"It's time! What kind of pretty Muslim girl did we make there? Come on, take a look in the mirror! " said Asra. Erika looked at the three identical black-veiled women. Dima took a layer of the three-layer niqab and pulled it over Erika's head.
"When we're alone, you can pull that layer out of your sight to see better. But when we leave the house or are together with a man, pull the veil over your eyes again! All right, all right, all right? " Dima asked, and Erika nodded. Even though it was still foggy, it was much better now. She now saw her eyes in the mirror as well, only through thin black material. The veil concealed everything else. She pulled the third layer over her eyes and then stepped out of the house. Three veiled women went together to the square in front of the mayor's office; they decided to protest. The square in front of the office was already full of black-veiled women. Hundreds of entirely identical veiled women screamed in the choir:
"We want freedom! We have the right to wear a veil! No need to settle! Don't tell us what to wear! We demand the revocation of the regulation or the dismissal of the mayor! Freedom for Muslim women! "Erika screamed along with the other women chanting in Arabic or German. Then the leader of the protest, a senior woman, called for prayer. All prayed together. Erika was also a member of this large community. She was thrilled to be part of common action, a common will, and confidence in success. It was late in the afternoon when the protest ended. No one has come out, so the administration asked all to continue in the next few days until they got permission to disguise themselves.
"Don't forget! We have the right to meet the demands of our religion! But since we are women who deal with their families, we will not come until the afternoon of tomorrow," she said. Erika, Asra, and Dima went home. Erika was a little disappointed. In vain she wore the veil, in senseless prayer with the others they achieved no results. At the same time, Erika was proud of herself. She hadn't embarrassed her friend. No one could claim that there was no Muslim girl behind the black veil.
"How did you feel? Was it good? Are you coming tomorrow? "they asked Erika.
"It was perfect! In the end, I was not disturbed by the veil. And I'd love to come back." Erika laughed. She didn't even notice the veils when she came home. Then she remembered that she was still in the veil. The previous dress had stayed with her friend. What will her parents say when they see her in the veil? To her surprise, Azra's father opened the door for her. He accompanied the three veiled women into the living room where Erika's parents were sitting.
"My faithful daughter! Rashid told us everything," Fritz said.
"We've decided to treat you like an Arab girl. You wear a veil and pray with the others, so you'll be a Muslim girl now!"
" Which one is my daughter? "Ingrid asked. Erika wanted to lift the veil, but her father said:
"Just let it go! Aren't you strong enough to keep wearing it? Then why were you hiding in it? ”
"Your father's right! If you can't wear it, take it off, but if you're not a wimp and feel strong enough, stay in it. The demonstration will continue tomorrow! Would you like to join us? Asra would be disappointed in you! The name Erika doesn't suit you! Instead, we call you Elisha!" Rashid said smilingly.
"I'm not a wimp! I'm as strong as steel! And of course I will also take part in tomorrow's demonstration," said Erika with her head veiled and stubbornly shoved her gloved hands into her hips.