Lorenzo heads back to the mosque

The next day Lorenzo attended school as usual. He avoided the dreaded alleyway from the day before. His day passed like normal and once the final bell rang he made a beeline straight for the mosque. On route he stopped by the coffee shop he saw his father in the day before hoping to find the woman there but he had no luck. Whilst he was there he decided it would be a smart idea to get out of his uniform and change into something less conspicuous.

Entering the toilet and placing his sports bag down Lorenzo pulled out a loose jumper and a pair of skinny jeans. Whilst pulling them out he noticed a piece of whit fabric fall to the floor. Looking down he could see the pair of boy shorts he’d worn the day before. “The must have gotten caught up in the washing.” He thought to himself. He remembered how comfy they were the day before so decided to wear them again. He was amazed at how well they cradled his junk. Putting the rest of his outfit on and tying his hair back into a ponytail Lorenzo continued on his way to the mosque.

As he neared closer he began to realise how busy the streets were with Muslims, each road getting denser and denser as he continued on his way. Once the mosque was in view he was taken aback by how busy the entrance way was. He thought it would be near impossible to find the woman he was looking for in the sea of people in front of him. Nearing the main doors of the mosque Lorenzo was taken aback by the scale of the building. Whilst caught up in looking at the building Lorenzo was suddenly aware of a loud noise almost song like coming from the speakers inside. I this brief moment of pause Lorenzo was caught in a sudden movement of people entering the mosque. Looking around him he was surrounded by a large group of women heading towards a door to the left whilst the men made their way to the right. Struggling in vein against the multitude of females around him Lorenzo felt a hand rest on his arm and a soft voice whispered in his ear, “it’s to late now Muk, if you make a scene there will be an uproar from the men for you being on this side and you don’t want to know the consequences.” Lorenzo gave up struggling to get out of the crowd and moved with the flow of people.

Upon entering what seemed to be a locker room with wash basins the lady that held Lorenzo’s arm ushered him quickly to a corner. She started trying to put something over his head which Lorenzo pushed back on. She looked at him dead in the eye and said, “if you don’t wear this you’ll be made out by someone. Your in the woman’s section and women need to be covered. Wear it for your own safety please Muk!” Lorenzo sighed in defeat and allowed the lady to place the item on his head. Cascading past his ears and onto his shoulders was a hijab. Lorenzo didn’t know how to feel. It was strange sensation. He felt claustrophobic but was alarmed at how soft the fabric was. The woman grabbed Lorenzo by the hand and said, “follow me now Muk and copy what I do. Hopefully no one will work you out.” The lady lead Lorenzo into the prayer hall and they both dropped to there knees.