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Part 1

Part 1

Emma from T_G

A Sequel of Lockerroom I + II

In high school, Emma Derek met an Arab girl who was joking with her right on the first day: "Who is the Arabian here? Your skin shimmers darker than mine! "Aida laughed. "I have inherited the tan from my mother." "Then she is an Arab too!" "Don't talk to her like that, she'll get mad at you," Emma said with a smile. Emma and Aida became good friends. Like Emma, Aida also had fun wearing fashionable clothes and enjoying the boys. One morning they were sitting in a café. They talked about yesterday's party and the upcoming school year when a black-veiled girl approached their place. "Excuse me, please! May I join you? There's no free table left and you're Arabs, I'll sit with you. Though I do not think you are religious because you do not wear a veil like me. Please, I am dreadfully thirsty. Can you order me a glass of water because I do only speak Arabic," asked the veiled girl. "Sit down! But in reality, I am not an Arab! I only learned some Arabic from my girlfriend," Emma said. "I am an Arab, but I am a Christian, not a Muslim," Aida said with a smile. They introduced themselves to each other. The name of the veiled girl was Soraya Bassad. A few days ago they came to London to enroll Soraya's brother at a prestigious school. While her father and Murat were at school, she had followed her mother to the nearby 'Body Breaker' gym and was now waiting for her to come out. "I know my mother trains here every morning. She should still be in there," Emma said nodding. When Soraya drank her water, Emma took a closer look at the veiled girl. The black veil covered her completely, only two small oval meshes were visible in front of her eyes, but they were so thick that the eyes couldn't be seen. She wore black gloves on her hands. Her thick veil muffled her voice. "Emma, I can see why you're so curious about Soraya's veil. As an Arabian girl you should also wear one," Aida said and laughed. "We have discussed this several times. I am not an Arab girl," Emma replied. " Well, but you look like that! My skin is much lighter than yours. About your skin color, my father was surprised, too. Like you could be the daughter of an Arab." Then they heard Soraya laughing behind the veil. " Now to you, Soraya, don't you sweat under all these black veils? Can you see anything through the black veil at all," Emma asked? "That's nothing yet! At home, it is much hotter! But I can see everything. Join us! I'll give you a veil so you can find out how it feels to dress like that," Soraya said. A slight shiver crept over Emma's spine. Somehow she felt she at least needed to try the veil on. It was as if the veil was attracting her like a magnet.

Part 2

Part 2

Anna Derek used to start the day every morning at the Body Breaker studio. When she entered the locker room, she froze. A woman in a black veil sat on a chair. "Hello, Shila! I am so happy to see you again after more than 17 years! "she said. That can' t be true! The past had caught her up after so many years. Somehow the real Anna has managed to come back! Her wonderful new life threatened to collapse. But what should she do now? "My name is Anna', she stammered desperately. "Come on, Shila! Whom do you attempt to fool? We are alone here! Nobody will hear us! Do not be so afraid! If I wanted to harm you, I could have done it a long time ago. During the first days, I imagined I would strangle you with my veils if I could get to you? But that is all past, believe me," sounded it under the black veil. " What do you want from me after all? Blackmail me? Do you want money? How much?" Anna asked desperately. Anna's mind worked very feverishly. If it emerges, everything will be over! Emma (her daughter) and Tom (her son), what will they think about her? Edward Derek (her husband) knew some things, but not all. So what will happen to my career! Maybe I'll go to jail! How much money could I raise so quickly? "I don't need money! I am so rich! I could buy a big house in London", said the black-veiled woman and laughed. She enjoyed the torments of the others. Finally, she rose, walked up to her and grabbed Anna's hand with her gloved hands. "Come, Anna, I'll buy you a drink! It will be good for you, in this shock! I do see how you tremble with fear. That is a great pleasure for me." Anna followed the veiled woman. After Anna finished her drink, she began to calm down. Perhaps she doesn't want to get revenge against me. However, what more does she want from me?

Part 3

Part 3

"Look, there's my mother!" At the same time, Soraya and Emma pointed to the entrance. Anna Derek stood in the door and a veiled woman next to her. Aida bent over to Soraya and said to her laughing: " You look like one egg to another like your mother." Soraya shook her veiled head laughing. Aida looked at her watch, rose and said: "I have to go, we'll meet tomorrow morning!" Emma nodded gratefully. The two women joined the girls directly at their place. "I am Shila Bassad, Soraya's mother. This is Anna Derek, Emma's mother," the veiled woman introduced herself. Anna was surprised. How could she have known that her daughter's name was Emma? "Emma! When were you born? I know you'll be 17?" "Yes, in two months," Emma said in surprise. Anne again became frightened. That veiled woman knew Emma, Anvar's daughter. When she divorced her former husband, she was pregnant for the second month. But what did this woman expect of her? Will she take Emma away from her? " Come visit us! We have some things to discuss! Take your husband and son along, Anna! I want everyone there! "Shila said.

Part 4

Part 4

Emma and her family sat in the living room of the Arab family at lunch. It was somewhat strange that the two veiled women were not sitting on the armchairs at the low table, they were sitting on cushions on the wall where they couldn't touch the table. At first, Emma thought they didn't have enough chairs, but she saw that two had been pushed aside. She simply couldn't understand why. She curiously looked at the veiled girl. Which kind of life had she to spend? Sitting unveiled in a comfortable armchair she didn't feel well, while the Arab girl wrapped in a black veil had to kneel on a simple pillow. Soon the two boys discovered some similarities. They were talking about nothing but computer games. Murat and Tom became friends within minutes. Even the skin of these two boys looked paler than Emmas. Soraya whispered to Emma: " Shall we join together like the two boys? My mother said we were relatives. Emma looked at the veiled girl and shrugged her shoulders. She had never been told about it by her mother. She found it remarkable how quickly the two boys and the two fathers became friends. Shila turned to the veiled girl because the whole conversation was in English and Soraya didn't understand English. Emma's mother appeared to be scared of the veiled woman in some way. "I think, Anna, you better tell us all what happened 17 years ago," Shila said. " First of all, I want to tell you that my original name is not Anna Goldwin. I was born as Shila Kaled and my parents married me to Anvar Bassad." Anna pointed to the Arab. "This marriage had failed, but we couldn't get divorced because of Anvar's father. My idea was to find someone who could replace me so his father wouldn't know about our divorce. Of course, the Saudi Arabian families were excluded from the election right away. It all had to be strictly planned. I traveled to this place and I met Anna at the sports club. She was very similar to me. Then Anvar took care of it all. He had changed our clothes in her dressing room. When she curiously had tried on my veil, I stunned her with a special spray and so she became Shila Bassad and I was now Anna Goldwin. Anvar took her to Saudi Arabia," said Anna. " In the beginning, it was really bad. How could you have been so cruel to me! I hated you so much! After months I got used to it and had got used to always wearing a veil. Anvar was always friendly to me, albeit strictly. Then Soraya was born and two years later Murat. Today I can't imagine another life," said the veiled woman. " When I was looking for a good European school for my son, coincidentally I met a man who wanted to place his son in it. And then it turned out that his wife's name was Anna Goldwin and she had a daughter who was from Anna's former husband, that is me," Anvar said. Anna wanted to apologize, but the veiled woman came to her, reached out her hand and said: "Today I am no longer angry with you, Anna. I am now Shila Bassad. I've been committed to this way of life for a long time. I have a good husband, a beautiful daughter and a clever son. What else could I ask for? " Now Anna's husband also said: "I knew a lot, partly from my wife, partly from Anvar, since I had met him. I don't want to complain, everything is fine". "Thank you, Edward! You always were a very sensitive and kind husband," Anna said. "So then I am an Arab girl," Emma asked shocked. "Yes! You and Soraya are part sisters. As you are my biological daughter, you should wear a veil like your sister! I desire that my two daughters look the same," Anvar said. Emma looked at her father, but Edward Derek just said: "Anvar Bassad is your true father! If he asks you to, do it for him! At least while we're still here." "Come with me and I'll help you change," Soraya said blithely. With her gloved hand, she grabbed Emma's hand and guided her into her room. There she undressed the girl and began to dress her again. She gave her black underwear, stockings, shoes, a black floor-length abaya, a hijab. Then came the veils, first the niqab, then the burka with the two small oval meshes in front of her eyes. Finally, she pulled a pair of black gloves over Emma's hands. Although Emma was one year older than Soraya, the clothes fitted. "You look great as, my beloved sister! Our father will be happy to see you in your new veils. Now you're dressed as modestly as I am," Soraya said. Shortly afterward the two black-veiled girls returned to the living room. "So you are finally dressed correctly! Now you don't have to look in the mirror for hours, you don't see anything of yourself anymore anyway! I don't even know which one of you two is my sister,' Tom said and laughed. "Don't be mocked by your brother! You look like a proper Muslim girl! Only your name is not right. Emina sounds much better," said Shila. "But I am not a Muslim girl! Emma shook her veiled head. "I do not know any Emma! Your father is a Muslim, your mother is a Muslimah, just like you," Anvar said. "And what do you say to the veils? Do you see anything through it", Edward asked. "I can barely see at all. It's heavy and hot underneath. All sounds are also much duller because the tissue is so dense. I hope I can get out of these clothes soon". Emma's complaints came from behind the black veils, but she meant half of what she said. Unpleasant as it was in that black dress and veil, and everything she saw was bathed in a grey mist, but surprisingly she felt comfortable in it. It was like being protected by thick armor. She had become unviolable.

Part 5

Part 5

Emma now kneeled in her black veils next to Soraya on a pillow. She could only see the others grey in grey and she listened to the now muffled voices. Suddenly she was pushed into the side by Soraya. "Didn't you hear what Mother just told you? Come with me, we'll bring our guests some cakes and food! " Soraya whispered. They went to the kitchen and Soraya took cakes out of the closet. "Put it on the tray. Then I take the drinks and the glasses," Soraya said and handed her a large round silver plate. By the time Emma was ready, Soraya was ready. "Kneel at the table and put the tray on it. Then go back to the kitchen," Soraya said. "But I'm hungry and thirsty too! And am I not a guest?" Emma asked. "No! You now belong to the family-like your sister. We eat in the kitchen, not together with the guests! Come on, go into the kitchen," Soraya ordered her. Emma did what Soraya said. When they returned to the kitchen, Shila joined them. "You will learn very quickly what it means to live like my daughter! Your father was very pleased with your ministry. And now let's eat! You must be hungry and thirsty," said Shila, stroking Emma's veil. Emma was strangely proud of herself. She was happy that her real father was satisfied with her. They sat down at the table and Emma wanted to take off the veil for dinner. "Hey, what are you doing? You can't take the veil off! Watch your sister eat," said Shila. Emma blushed behind the veil. She was ashamed of not having behaved properly. But she wanted to learn! "But didn't she want to study? If she stayed with this family, she would soon have disappeared behind veils or remain locked up in the house forever. Which one was her country now? Where was her home? Where did she belong? Who were her real parents? And what culture does she belong to at all," Emma shot it through her head. Soraya loosened the burka and raised the edge, then pushed her niqab a little to the side. Emma followed her instructions. "See my daughter! Another hint that you are a real Muslimah! You are Emina! As always, my husband was right," Shila said. Emma ate with mixed feelings. On the one hand she liked Shila's praise and that her father was happy with her, but on the other hand, could not imagine becoming a Muslimah? She had no religious education. She didn't even know she was an Arab girl. Even though her friend had always called her the Arab girl. When they went back into the living room, she knelt again on a pillow next to Soraya. Murat looked contentedly at the black veils. It was his idea to replace Emma's armchair with a cushion. Now that he had another sister, it was natural for him to sit her next to his mother and Soraya. He respected his mother, but he liked to be able to command his sister. He hoped that the new relative would move in with them. Two sisters = two veiled girls who had to obey him.

Part 6

Part 6

Anna watched the three identical black ghosts. One of them was her daughter. Anne had never been religious. Since her divorce, she never had visited a mosque. When she remarried, she became a Christian. And she never spoke Arabic to her children anymore. Nevertheless, her daughter had learned to speak Arabic and now she knelt on a pillow in front of them and was treated by Shila and Soraya like a strictly religious Muslimah. Her father's Arabic blood was inside her. Tom looked at his veiled sister smiling. Murat leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "You may order her now. A Muslim girl must always follow her brother's instructions. It doesn't matter if you're younger." "Listen, Murat! Would you like to join us? I'll show you my game collection. We are a good couple," whispered Tom. "Why not? My father can't play PC games! Then your sister, who has turned out to be my sister, can stay here and pray for me", Murat laughed quietly. "You are right! That's a great idea! I'll ask my father, and you'll ask yours," Tom smiled. Tom bent over to his father and said: "Dad! How about Murat can spend a day or two with us? We made friends and have a lot to talk about! Emma can stay with her father for that." "What would your sister say? Do you think she would enjoy being in a veil for days", Edward asked. "Anyway. She can put it in there for all I care until her death," Tom thought, but he only said: "She needs a reunion with her father. After Murat had made the same suggestion to his father, the two men agreed in return. Anna wanted to protest, but Edward said: "Oh, my heart! It's only a day or two! Maybe Emma will be grateful to you for the chance to meet her real father." Shila stood up, bowed and said: "It will be fantastic! Emina learns about the life of a religious Muslim girl! I'm sure she'll enjoy it!" Emma wanted to protest, but Soraya stopped her vigorously. "Stay here with me, sister! Believe me, you will feel very well! We will pray together, read the Koran and do the housework." "You are my daughter! Anvar said, "I insist that you stay close to me. " Then I have to walk around the whole day wearing a veil? I do not think I particularly like that," Emma just shook her veiled head in horror. "Of course, you have to wear a veil and learn to pray like a normal Muslimah! So I decided! Discussion over! "Anvar said. " So it shall happen, my Lord!" Shila bowed deeply to him. " That must be so, father!" Soraya also bowed deeply to him and pulled Emma to her side. "All right, father," and Emma also had to bow. " We four will understand one another very well," Anvar said and smiled proudly and happily at his retrieved daughter. After Anna, Edward and the boys had left, Anvar said: "It is time for the afternoon prayer Emina! Your sister will show you what to do and what to say. And your mother will bring us the prayer rugs. I now expect you to speak Arabic only".

Part 7

Part 7

Never in her life did Emma ever pray like a Muslim. Soraya taught her how to do it. Shila laid out the prayer rugs and the prayer began. " Although it was strange for her, if her father insisted, she just wanted to do it. The father would be right when he requested that both daughters be treated equally. So it was better to endure. Only what if all this lasted longer than planned? What if her father insisted that she had to live like Soraya all her life? Perhaps she would have to wear a veil for the rest of her life? And what if he wanted to take her to Saudi Arabia? So was it still her obligation to obey him?" Emma thought full of worries. "You were a good daughter! Like you have prayed like this for years! Naturally, that's also a good thing for a real Muslim - Arabic girl. Now you and your sister have to go to the kitchen and prepare dinner! I have something to discuss with your mother," he said. When the two veiled girls left, Anvar said to his wife: " I would like Emina to travel with us to Saudi Arabia. She is my daughter! I have a right over my daughter! " If you want to make your daughter happy, we must slowly change her new life! You certainly don't want your daughter to be as unhappy as I was in my first months? We need to make her take over our lifestyle willingly! Soraya could help us! And we all will praise her again and again for her good behavior! She seemed genuinely comfortable being praised by you," she said. Anvar said: "Very well! Let's do it cleverly! I would like to take my daughter home with me. "I wish she really would become Emina Bassad, but I better wait for a little so she doesn't have to be sad and cry," Anvar said. The two veiled girls brought dinner and Anvar ate first. "Thank you, girls, that was delicious! That was very good! "said the man. Soraya fell to her knees, her veiled forehead touching the ground and said: "Thank you, Papa! I'm glad you liked it. "Anvar looked at Emma and the veiled girl understood what her father expected her to do. Why shouldn't she kneel before her father, who had just praised her so much? Then the women also ate dinner. The Arabic food she had prepared with her sister was really delicious. Emma had already practiced eating in the veil. Again Shila praised her. Emma liked it more and more with the Bassads. She sometimes already forgotten that she was veiled. Then they cleaned up and Shila brought the Koran. Emma and Soraya sat down on the pillows and listened as Shila read to them. Before the last prayer, Emma took a bath. Finally, she was allowed to take off her veils and black clothes. She wished that she could lie down in the warm, fragrant water until morning. "Soraya! How do you like your new sister? "Shila asked quietly. "Emina is a good girl! I would love to go home with her," Soraya whispered back. "Your father planned it the same way, but you have to help him! "I like to help. "Good! it won't be easy and will probably take some time. Try to please her, praise her when she does something good, and help her to accept our way of life as soon as possible! “ "She shall be your second daughter," the veiled girl agreed and nodded. "Emina! Stop splashing around! Your sister and I also have to take a bath! And the time of the last prayer is coming soon! Soraya will bring you your sleeping clothes," Shila said out loud. Emma dried herself and opened the door. The veiled girl stood to wait for her with black clothes. She helped her get dressed then. When she was dressed, she wore almost the same veil as all day, only a thinner, finer material. "I thought you'd bring me a nightgown," Emma asked. "I brought it to you! This is your nightwear! You will sleep well in it! Don't worry, you'll soon get used to it!" "I cannot sleep in the veil! It is too warm and unpleasant in it! " "How do you know that? Have you ever slept in it? No, not true! You will have no problems with that! "Soraya said and expelled Emma out of the bathroom. After the evening prayer, they went to sleep. "Where do I sleep?" Emma asked. " You are sleeping in my room because there is no guest room and we are forbidden to enter Murat's room without his permission. "

Part 8

Part 8

Emma had slept very well. Astonishingly enough, the veil hadn't bothered her at all. By the time she was woken for the morning prayer, she had been deeply and firmly sleeping. She helped her sister prepare breakfast. They only had breakfast after their father had eaten his breakfast. "Now I take a bath, fetch my clothes and leave. Because my girlfriend is already waiting for me! "Emma said. " Sure, take a bath! Your sister will help you put on your clothes and veils," Shila said. "Soraya has to accompany you. A decent Muslim girl will not go out on her own! Even wearing a veil," Anvar said. "But I don't want to walk around in a veil, I just want to wear my clothes," Emma replied. "Well, your veil is your gown! We agreed that you would wear it as long as you were with us! I don't want to hear any more objections," her father said sternly. Emma nodded. Sure, if her father wants it. Now she felt how the strings to her new family were tightening and that she not only needed to obey her father, but also wanted it too. It was strange for her to be walking around in a veil, of course, wasn't it? She was accompanied by her sister. It would look strange if one of the sisters wore a veil and the other would not. Emma and Soraya went up to the café. " Aida will laugh at me when she sees me in that black veil," Emma said. "Why should she laugh you up? You are a Muslim-Arab girl. It is quite normal to wear a veil! And believe me, sister, you are pretty," Soraya said and pressed Emma's gloved hand. Aida was already waiting in the café. The two veiled girls approached her. " Hi, sit down! Don't ask! Today I pay," Aida said in Arabic and smiled. " Do you laugh about me? Doesn't that surprise you that I'm veiled?" Emma asked a little angry. "I don't know. I had tried to call you, but your father had answered. So he told me all about it. I must tell you Emina that your new dress looks really good on you! It suits you! " "Don't mock me! If you think it's nice to wear a veil, I'll gladly borrow mine! “ "Forget it! You're the Muslim girl, not me! And I'm not mocking you. If your father wants you to wear a veil, you must wear it! However, it is only good for you! "You are my sister! My father is also your father! You have to do what is required of you! You cannot expect from him that he treats you differently to me! It's okay that you have not received a proper Muslim education by your mother! But I will help you! We will catch up on it all," Soraya said and stroked Emma's glove hand. "Just be careful that you don't become a pious, obedient housewife," Aida said with a smile. "There ain' t nothing too religious! A profoundly religious and obedient wife who takes good care of the house and raises the children is the ideal Muslim woman! "Soraya said. Aida watched as the two veiled girls ate the cake they had ordered. They could only be differentiated by their voices. "She is a real Muslim girl. Emma, of course, would never admit it to her," Aida thought. Emma was happy that she was allowed to meet her friend. She also forgave her a little mockery. The veil didn't bother her so much anymore. She wondered what her sister had said. A pious, obedient wife? Should that be her fate? The next day Shila went shopping with the two girls. Emma grabbed Soraya's glove hand and followed Shila. To her surprise, her first target was a Muslim clothing store. Shila bought a bunch of black clothes, shoes and veils. "I bought it for you. You're wearing Soraya's clothes and she needs that herself," she says. "But why? I can take my clothes," Emma said. "You can give them away. Maybe Aida will be happy about it. You will never wear that again. Your father wants you to wear a veil forever! "Soraya said. "The school begins soon! I can't walk around in a veil for hours! "Emma protested. " Absolutely! Your father has already made the necessary arrangements," Shila said. "As a Muslim student, you are right to wear the clothes your religion demands of you," Soraya said.

Part 9

Part 9

For more than a week Emma had been living in the black veil and had become accustomed to it. Her father, Shila, and Soraya were always very kind to her and always praised her for her decency. Emma dined with her mother, sister, and her father's wife. Anvar, Edward and the two boys were also there, of course. Emma and Soraya had prepared lunch. Anna watched her daughter, Soraya and Shila eating. In the past, she also ate in the veil. Today she couldn't imagine living in such a strict environment. For her daughter, she felt a little sorry, but there was nothing she could do. Her ex-husband insisted that Emma lived like this. And he was Emma's father. He had the right to tell his daughter how she had to live. She was lucky that she could take Emma with her. After lunch, Anvar praised the girls for the delicious lunch and said: "I leave you my daughter, Anna, but Emina may not go without a veil nowhere! Follow all religious rules. Pray and read the Koran! Anna, you have the responsibility that she does everything like this! If she does not obey, I will take her to Saudi Arabia! You must obey, my daughter, even if I am not there! “ And Emma understood. Anvar was her father and a good Muslim girl always obeyed her father's commands. They told her she had the duty to obey her father! If her father wants that, then she had to do it because she was not allowed to do anything else. And although her father was strict, he could be a good man because he always praised her for her obedience. Already the very first problem appeared in the car. "Emina may not sit next to me," said Tom. " Where should I sit then?" asked the veiled girl. Tom opened the trunk lid. "Here! We put your clothes in front." " Are you serious?" Emma was shocked. "I think this is very important for you because my father is a stranger to you. You shouldn't be unprotected near him! So finally climb in there!" Her younger brother commanded her for the first time, for if her natural father was not there, he was her guardian, whom she had to obey. Tom knew that very well and grinned sarcastically. "I'm afraid your brother is right! You may not sit in a strange man's car! Because my husband is not related to you! "Anna said. "But I don't fit into this little hole! I am afraid. I tremble!" Emma shook her veiled head. "No Emina, keep it together and do as I tell you! After all, the ride only takes a few minutes," warned Tom. Anna helped Emma squeeze herself into the narrow trunk. She gently pressed her head and closed the flap carefully. In the darkness, Emma felt the slightest unevenness of the road. Fortunately, it only took a few minutes to reopen the trunk. Finally fresh and clear air! The veiled girl had already been afraid of suffocating. "Nobody is here, only a bunch of black clothes are here," Tom said laughing. "Don't be stupid, help me," said the veiled girl and stretched out her glove hand. "You're impudent to me. Show me more respect! And I am not your husband, only he must help you! " "Your brother's right! A Muslim girl is not allowed to talk like this to a male relative! You shouldn't say such words to any man", Anna said and helped her daughter out of the car. "But Mama! You are also a Muslimah! Yet you do not wear a veil and do not behave like one! I've never seen you pray before!" "Have I ever spoken disrespectfully to your father or my son?" "No, but why do you dress like a Christian?" "Because I am already one. My place was taken by Shila, although not voluntarily. I mean what she calls herself now. She became a veiled Muslim woman and I became a Christian. “ "But if you're not a Muslimah, how can I be one?" "When I received you, I was a Muslimah. When I was pregnant with you I was still a Muslimah and Anvar is your father and Muslim.

Part 10

Part 10

The next morning, Anna and Edward went to work. Emma, who had already prayed (under Anna's supervision) and had breakfast, was in the act of tidying up the kitchen. Tom had woken up, came in and ordered: "Make my breakfast, Emina! Ham, eggs, tea. But hurry up, I'm hungry!" Emma was going to refuse, but she couldn't. Shila and Soraya had told her to always obey the male family members. Even her stupid brother. Edward was another problem for her. According to Shila, he can command Emma, but because he is not a Muslim and not her real father, she cannot be alone near him. Tom ate his breakfast, but he didn't thank her. He just gave one more instruction: "Emina cleans up the apartment because Murat is coming by right now and I don't want to see any more mess! If I command you, don't hesitate! You have to obey me! I will not admonish you again! If you don't obey, Anvar can take you with him," he said and grinned angrily. She bowed deeply to her brother till she touched the ground with her forehead and said: " Being a Muslim girl now everything is completely new to me! I have to learn to obey the orders of the men!" Soon Murat came with Soraya in his company. "Hurry, girls, and cook us a delicious lunch," Murat ordered. Soraya bowed submissively and Emma inevitably followed her example. After the boys they were allowed to eat the leftovers, then wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. "And now pray, girls, and then we go shopping," said Tom. Emma wanted to go to her room, but her brother stood in front of her. "From now on this is my room and you may not enter it without my permission! I needed a much bigger room, now it is my place. And you get my old one for now. I'll tell you when you have to clean up my new room! Only then you may enter! The veiled girl protested: "But then I can no longer have access to my clothes and other things". "You don't need clothes and cosmetics anymore! We brought everything into the dungeon. And matching black clothes and veils are in your new room. Now you have enough room there for your prayer mat," Murat explained to her and laughed. Emma was not happy about these changes. Besides, the two boys treated her with great severity. How much better was it at her father, who always praised her for everything! She better go back to him! The two veiled girls had to run after the boys in their wide dresses. To Emma's surprise, they went to a computer store where the boys picked up games. Then Tom said: "Pay Emina and then go home!" "But we haven't bought any food yet!" "Then buy what you need! We don't have time for you now!" The two boys left her alone and went away. "We do all the work, they just have fun," Emma said angrily. "It's quite normal because we are women. In return, we can stay at home and don't have to work. The man must always take care of the women and children," Soraya said.

Part 11

Part 11

Emma's life was getting harder and harder. She had become accustomed to the veil, but Tom constantly disdained her and harassed her. She read the Koran twice a day. Even then, and during her prayers, Tom never cared for her. On Fridays, her father picked her up. Then she could recover a little from her brother's harassment. He helped her as best as he could, and she listened more and more gratefully to his praise. Together they went to a mosque and prayed there. She now regretted having to return on Sunday to follow Tom's orders again. Then school started. Murat and Tom harassed the veiled girl in front of their classmates. During the first few days, some of them laughed at Emma in her burka, but most of them were interested in how she felt and how she lived as a true Muslim. Later they got used to the black-veiled girl. Now everyone just called her Emina. Emina Bassad was also registered in the class register. Even she thought she was. Her father took her home during the winter holidays. Her new passport also called her Emina Bassad. Emina experienced how it is to be burned by the sun on her black veil. The heat outside the house was overwhelming, but inside it was always air-conditioned. Fortunately, they rarely left the house. If they did, they did it in the morning or late afternoon. Always accompanied by her father and anxious to get home before dark because she wore a veil and local women were not allowed outside in the evening. The ones who did not come home on time spent the night in prison. She was treated like a daughter by Shila, and Soraya did indeed behave like her sister. The two veiled girls attended a Koranic school where they received religious instruction and were taught how to become a good wife. Anvar also introduced her to several Arab families. Emina had no idea, but the real reason was to find a suitable husband for her. Emina was sad when the holidays were over and she had to return. Already after a few days, she missed her father and sister very much. When school ended, the veiled girl watched her mother cry. "What is the matter with you, Mama? I have cut off with good grades! “ " Now you must live with your father and his family. They will take you to Saudi Arabia and I will never see you again," Anna said and embraced her veiled daughter. "We will certainly see each other again and Dad will take good care of me. He is a very good father. And he promised me to find a good husband for me. "Emina said. Anvar and her family arrived. After a short conversation, Emina packed her stuff and left her. Anna waved to her. She saw a black glove on the car window. Edward and Tom also regretted that Emina was gone. Edward regretted that his daughter had grown up, and Tom said he could no longer command her.

Part 12

Part 12

Arriving in Saudi Arabia, Emina and Soraya packed Emina's clothes into the wardrobe. The next day they received guests. An Arab family came for a visit. Father, mother, and their 24-year-old son. The mother, of course, was also veiled. The two fathers and the boy went into the living room and the four veiled women into the women's room. "Did you see the boy? Isn't he pretty," whispered Soraya. "Indeed, and who is he?" Emina whispered back. "Your fiancé! If the fathers agree. " "Shila! I'd like to see your daughter's face! "said the veiled woman. "Of course! Emina! Show your future mother-in-law your face! "Shila said. Emina slowly loosened the veil and lifted her head. The veiled woman came up to her and nodded. "She is a beautiful Arab girl, as everyone said. I heard that she grew up in Europe? “ "True, but she is a decent, obedient Muslim girl! She knows everything to be a good Arab wife," Soraya said. "Her father and mother are Arabs. She's been wearing a veil for a year and since then you've been the first to see her face. Your son suits her well! She is cultured and clever, not only beautiful! "Shila said. The future mother-in-law spoke briefly with the bride. She asked her questions about religion, marriage, and she seemed satisfied with the answers. Emina was happy. Her father kept his promise. She gets a handsome man who will make her happy and she can make him happy. When there was a knocking at the door, she carefully pulled her veil back in front of her face. They went out, the two fathers and the handsome young man standing there. The veiled woman spoke: "Everything is all right, my son. Your bride is beautiful and wise. You can marry her! " "The wedding will be next week," Anvar said. "I'm so sorry my sister has to leave me, but I hope we can visit often and you tell me what it's like to be a wife," whispered Soraya. "I will, I promise! And then we will also come to your wedding," Emine promised. "I hope so! But it may take another year! By then you could already be a mother." "I hope it" whispered the black-veiled girl back.