I just sat in a public park, a burkha middle east woman covered all over in ninja except eyes, and her husband sat next to me. She dusted his golf t-shirt collars, bright yellow, and arranged his collars. He looked smug, not even saying thank you or aware what is done to him. The scene gave me a serious disgust but then i started laughing crazy! Is it jealousy repressed in my part? Or my out rage of this comic scene is well founded?
First of all, it was the first time i saw an affectionate gesture from a burkha, all ninja muslima in public. Seeing this affection dusting in action interested me as i assumed they are all repressed and passive. This was a very jolly move affection, but he seems self, entitled, not even bothered to be gracious. If i dusted my husbands collar, he will ask me, what do u want from me & he will be correct ? loooooooooooooool
First of all, it was the first time i saw an affectionate gesture from a burkha, all ninja muslima in public. Seeing this affection dusting in action interested me as i assumed they are all repressed and passive. This was a very jolly move affection, but he seems self, entitled, not even bothered to be gracious. If i dusted my husbands collar, he will ask me, what do u want from me & he will be correct ? loooooooooooooool
