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Pray for the People of Afghanistan - Journal of an American follower of Christ living among the Afghans...
Miss Poise Walking down a deserted, dusty street in the early morning hours, I suddenly found myself on a collision course with a veiled woman who had just stepped off the bus -- awkward… for a foreign man, that is. Keep your head down. Don’t look at her. Don’t speak. I slowed my pace to avoid walking shoulder to shoulder. She turned only slightly, but kept her course. From five paces behind I watched the shiny high heels, the powder blue burqa flowing in spotless pleats, the squared shoulders. Suddenly, in a well-practiced move, so fast that I almost missed it, the burqa came whipping off, twirled around her forearm, stripped off into a leather shoulder bag, and replaced by an expensive black lace headscarf! Five seconds -- no, three! She turned into the gate of a large school compound, obviously the principal, in her tight-fitting black suit -- immaculate poise, total self-confidence; the quintessential Afghan professional, oblivious to the stunned foreigner who followed.
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