The Burqa

It didn't have a name. It was going to be a collection of residences and acreage. Something self-sustaining, something where they could develop a community. To the people who were helping to make it come together, it was called Misastan. A Muslim community, with some like-minded Americans like Lindsay and Carrie.

Mohammad took Carrie aside after the organizational meeting. It'd take years to come together, but it made Carrie flush with excitement.

"Carrie, I want to give you something," Mohammad said simply.

"Yes, Mohammad?" Carrie responded, rocking on the balls of her feet. Mohammad pulled a blue burqa out from behind his back. It had gloves. It had a double veil, so you couldn't even see her eyes. It would shield her beauty from everyone except Mohammad.

"I do not like seeing the eyes of others upon your features. I would have you wear this from now on." She breathed out.

"Of course, Mohammad."