Yes, and runs right into her imam

Grateful for the show to finally stop, Amira slammed the crash bars of the exit doors and ran across the parking lot, cursing herself for having parked so far away from the building.

She ran, ran, and ran as far as her feet could take her - her feet getting pounded by the rough asphalt of the parking lot surface - until finally she was at her car right across the cast-iron fence from the public sidewalk.

With shaking hands, Amira took her keys straight out of her purse and unlocked the car. Just as she was opening the driver door, she heard someone call her name and turned around, only to see perhaps the worst sight of the day.

It was her imam, Ahmed - the prayer leader at her mosque that she attended most weeks.

"Is something the matter?" he asked her as her eyes bugged out from the situation, "you are in a rough state and ... unveiled," came the understatement of the century.