Yes, thinks she has sinned, and cleans her up

"I ... I can explain ..." Amira started before realizing that no, she could not in fact explain.

"No worries," Ahmed started countering her, "whatever sins may have been committed are between you and God. Come, let us get you cleaned up and head to the mosque for prayer.

But first," Ahmed reached over the fence and pulled on Amira's bush, "we need to get this taken care of. You've been very good, I'm surprised you've let this go on for so long."

Amira's face reddened at her own imam having touched her in such an ... intimate way. She was more embarrassed, however, of not keeping up with her hygiene and for sporting such unwieldy hair.

"You have a car, I see," Ahmed interrupted her thoughts, "would it be an imposition for you to drive us to the salon to get you lasered?"

"N-no, not at all," Amira stammered as Ahmed walked through the parking lot gate and approached Amira's car.