"Why aren't you more like so and so’s daughters?” my mum said. “They don’t do anything wrong. They wear their hijabs. They don’t do any—”
“Yeah they do!” I said. “You just don’t see it. You lot are never around. Sure, they wear their hijabs, but as soon as they step off the bus for school they tear ’em off and make out with boys. At least I don’t do that, at least I’m not as bad as those girls are.”
“Yeah, well, forget about those girls then. Just do your namaz.” Your prayers. “It’s almost time for Maghrib.” The prayer we do after sunset.