Midnight And The Meaning Of Love - Plot & Excerpts
Chiasa stated with her excited softness. She sat down on the bench in Yoyogi Park beside me holding my camera like a baby. Deep in thought, I didn’t speak right away. “Let’s go to my house. You have to see this,” she said, standing up again. “Besides, I have to keep myself occupied to keep my mind off our fast!” That’s the opposite of the Muslim mind-set, I thought to myself. We want to keep our mind on the fast, its meaning, its reasons, and on making our prayers. Although I had been steadfast in not taking food and water from sunrise to sunset, I knew I was wrong for not being focused on Ramadan. My mind was jam-packed with winning back my wife. Chiasa removed her shoes at her front steps. “You can leave your sneakers here,” she said. “No one will steal them and I have some slippers for your feet.” I paused at the bottom of the three cement steps leading to her front door. “His bicycle is there. Grandfather is home. You can come in,” she said happily. On the inside of the door was a shelf with racks of house slippers wrapped in plastic.
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