Sis

I keep pacing around my apartment waiting for the clock to hit 1.  I've ironed my cotton tunic and wide leg jeans about three times, choosing the tunic over my go to long sleeved shirt and trapeze dress since it turned out to be really hot.  Gotta leave now, gotta meet them.  I hope she doesn't think Im ridiculous.

I get out to the train way before they do.  I wait, hoping she won't look at me like "And what do you want with my brother?".  They come around the corner and I see her for the first time.  She's incredibly tiny in a navy-blue t-shirt and jeans with a black hijab that has the cutest lace edging.  She constantly tosses the loose end over her shoulder as she walks.  She smiles at me with the biggest grin and I smile back.

My love smiles at me with his kind eyes.  "This is my sister."

We exchanged pleasantries and headed to the train and the art museum.  We walked around and I pointed out various pieces I had learned about in school.  I explained the Christian artwork to them, why there was so much gold, and how come churches had to be so tall back then.  We wandered through the Egyptian exhibit and then Buddhist where I pointed out the different kinds of Buddhas and their purposes (I studied Buddhism for three years before Islam).  His sister was quiet and so was I, not sure of what to say.  We tried chatting about schools, anime, and picked on My Love of course.  

I found it interesting, walking around with a hijabi, that not once did anyone stare at her or say anything unkind.  No one even noticed.  And that made me feel better about hijab.  That maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all.

All in all it was a nice day and as I watched them go off after promising to make her my facebook friend I smiled broadly.  I think, once we get to know each other, we will be good friends.  I hope so, not just because she is his sister, but because I like her as a person.  She is laid back, fun, and doesn't take life too seriously.

One big step down, another to go.  Next the mosque and THE PARENTS. O_O