The MSA

Ayesha let Carrie stew nervously in the bedroom while the MSA got through the agenda. Carrie paced back and forth. She normally knew how to make a good impression, but this was foreign territory.

Finally, Ayesha beckoned her out.

"I know we just finished up, but I thought I'd introduce a fresh face. She hasn't met with an imam yet, but she is curious. Isn't that right, Carrie?" Carrie blushed and nodded.

"I'm really excited to get to know everyone and be a good ally," she said.

"Is this on her own accord, or because of a man?" one of the females asked.

"A man, and you know that is permitted, Jamila," Ayesha responded. A dozen silent brown faces all appraised Carrie, and one white face.

"Lindsay?!" Carrie asked, dumbfounded.