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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A young Muslim woman travelling to London for medical treatment is challenged by different cultural beliefs and makes a startling discovery about herself.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ------------ Khalil Gibran BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichPainted Out of The Veil
"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."
Khalil Gibran
Myaa Quraishi?”
A slim lady doctor in a white coat stood in front of the two women clad in black burkas.
“Yes,” replied the one on the left.
“I am Dr Drummond your consultant. Come this way please Myaa.”
“May I bring Nadima?”
“Of course,” said Doctor Drummond, used by now to Middle Eastern patients, who always had a sister or an aunt to accompany them.
They entered a small room with a window. There was a desk and an examination couch. The upper half of the walls were white the lower half lime green.
Dr Drummond motioned to the two chairs.
“Please, sit.”
The women, before sitting, removed their burkas. Off came the black all encompassing garments to reveal first a delicate dark haired young woman of twenty one, dressed in slacks and a red top, with gold bangles on both wrists. This was Myaa.
Her companion Nadima was older, maybe thirty, again dark hair, a little shorter, more makeup, more gold bangles and rings, an embroidered beige top and dark slacks.
“How was your flight?”
“Delayed out of Kuwait two hours; some technical fault,” said Nadima.
The doctor nodded
“And have you found somewhere nice to stay?”
“Yes, the Hotel Excelsior.”
The consultant knew it. Much favoured by wealthy overseas clients coming to London.
“So,” said Dr Drummond, “that’s fine. The procedure which I shall explain in a minute will take about a month to begin with and then you will need to come back on a regular basis every month initially. Later return visits will be necessary but at longer intervals.
She noticed Myaa’s hands twisting and turning.
“This is not a painful procedure. But any entry into the body can feel intrusive particularly if it is into areas we consider ultra personal.
Now, your own Doctor, Halima Shamoon has sent me a detailed report and in it she says she has explained the procedure fully and that you are happy to go ahead and that you have the written agreement of your husband?”
“Yes,” said Myaa, almost in a whisper.
“Are you by any chance the sister of Ameera Quraishi?”
“Yes, she successfully came here for treatment to you. She is married to my husband’s cousin.”
Dr Drummond looked at the young woman before her. The girl was now in a different culture, with different mores. Her anxiety about being examined was fairly typical; other, European girls, though apprehensive, did not have to break through the taboos about revealing the body that these girls had had ingrained into their minds.
