Salaam,
Dear brothers and sisters I promised you a light post. I was on a major highway. It was about 9 am. The daylight was crisp. The air still had a little coolness in it. There was enough traffic to keep you alert. I was doding trucks to make time on a five hour trip.
Please keep in mind I wear hijab. My car is a luxury car. It is twenty years old. I purchase cars with cash..it is still new to me. I know why the mafia used cars like mine. It can easily accomadate six bodies in the trunk. When I purchase gas I never have to tell the young gas attendants the make and model of my car. They have stars in their eyes. All I need is for my sons to call the producers of Pimp my Ride and I would be set!
So there I am playing dodge ball with 18 wheelers...at my age I am pretty good at it..have done it for longer than most of you have been alive...I am in the left lane and from the corner of my eye I notice the Light...I quickly change my lane to the right..drat ...he follows me...the toughts of being Muslim in post 911 America flow through my head...
I have been stripped searched at airports..I have had my passport taken away... I had a plane that was stopped on the runway...I have been grilled by the feds...no I could not think..homeland security on the highway...
He pulls me over...I roll down my window...he asks for my license and registration...I pull out a flip-flop from my purse ( it is blue with big plastic yellow and orange flowers; it matches my handbag)...my son takes over and gives me my license and the state policeman finds my registration...
He very politely asks me did I know I was going 15 miles over the speed limit. I told him meekly I did not. He asked why I was in a hurry...he looked and saw:
I had four teenage boys, a full grown dog , a six week old kitten, and a pot of marigolds in my car.
He gave me a ticket $160.00 but realizing my situation he let me out of a reckless ticket by reducing my speed to one mile under reckless.
I drove the rest of the way not a mile over the speed limit with four teenage boys, a full grown dog, a six week old kitten and a pot of marigolds.
Dear brothers and sisters I promised you a light post. I was on a major highway. It was about 9 am. The daylight was crisp. The air still had a little coolness in it. There was enough traffic to keep you alert. I was doding trucks to make time on a five hour trip.
Please keep in mind I wear hijab. My car is a luxury car. It is twenty years old. I purchase cars with cash..it is still new to me. I know why the mafia used cars like mine. It can easily accomadate six bodies in the trunk. When I purchase gas I never have to tell the young gas attendants the make and model of my car. They have stars in their eyes. All I need is for my sons to call the producers of Pimp my Ride and I would be set!
So there I am playing dodge ball with 18 wheelers...at my age I am pretty good at it..have done it for longer than most of you have been alive...I am in the left lane and from the corner of my eye I notice the Light...I quickly change my lane to the right..drat ...he follows me...the toughts of being Muslim in post 911 America flow through my head...
I have been stripped searched at airports..I have had my passport taken away... I had a plane that was stopped on the runway...I have been grilled by the feds...no I could not think..homeland security on the highway...
He pulls me over...I roll down my window...he asks for my license and registration...I pull out a flip-flop from my purse ( it is blue with big plastic yellow and orange flowers; it matches my handbag)...my son takes over and gives me my license and the state policeman finds my registration...
He very politely asks me did I know I was going 15 miles over the speed limit. I told him meekly I did not. He asked why I was in a hurry...he looked and saw:
I had four teenage boys, a full grown dog , a six week old kitten, and a pot of marigolds in my car.
He gave me a ticket $160.00 but realizing my situation he let me out of a reckless ticket by reducing my speed to one mile under reckless.
I drove the rest of the way not a mile over the speed limit with four teenage boys, a full grown dog, a six week old kitten and a pot of marigolds.