At the gym today, an Arabic lady-trainor stopped me as I was drying my hair in the shower room.
I stopped and acknowledged her with a smile.
”Are you a member here?”
Her tone was a bit rude but I didn’t mind. I kept smiling and said yes I was.
”I didn’t see you train here.”
I kept my bright smile and told her I subscribed recently. She studied me for a second, flipped her long black
frizzy hair and turned away mumbling something I did not understand.
I stood there frozen, my friendly smile plastered on my face. It really feels bad when somebody doesn’t return your smile. So I looked in the mirror and beamed back at my own smile.
I asked my husband on our way home,
”What do they teach you, Arabs, in school? Do they specifically teach you NOT to smile at people, especially to friendly ones?”
I feel like my life in this world is full of frowning autocratic people and my cheerfulness is being engulfed by their dark forces.
So help me God.