We are in Dubai. I wish we could get out of the airport and explore. There are women with the full birka of course, and other sights to see, even in the airport.
Ellie and I decided to brush our teeth in the first bathroom we came to. Men’s came first, so in I went. Decidedly strange. The anteroom was lined with wooden cubbies. There were a pair of shoes in one of them, and a sign that said something about slippers.
I looked down at my own shoes with some hesitation, but continued on. I passed a room on my left, I paused. It was tiled like a bathroom, water fixtures too. But no, something was wrong. There were only low tiled benches around the perimeter and water faucets mounted low on the wall. Hmm. I moved forward looking down at my shod feet again as I crossed the threshold into a carpeted room. I stopped abruptly. I low humming or murmuring came to my ears. On the far side of the room stood a well dressed a man with his pants conspicuously rolled up, showing his freshly washed bare feet. He had his back to me and was praying.
I quickly retreated to find Ellie outside reading the sign more carefully than I had. “Men’s prayer room”.