Linda saw it too. Her smile bordered on the edge of showing pure evil when she got up and went right to the girl in just a t-shirt and panties.Taking ...he girl’s hand she guided her to the seat next to Calvin and said, “It looks like we are short of men here to keep you girls from getting scared on takeoff. Calvin here is going to move over so you and your friend have someone to hold your hands too.”Well I can’t blame Calvin for not being a gentleman and moving immediately, he was staring right. I bow down before God, whom we Muslims call Allah, not before Arab culture, or anything man-made. Now, as much as I love my new Islamic faith, I find many of the cultural mores woven into it to be ridiculous. Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia can’t drive or leave the house without a male chaperone. Women in the predominantly Muslim nation of Turkey can be police officers, airplane pilots, soldiers and politicians. See the vast difference? Culture is important, folks. A Turkish policewoman. "Mom! We have to get to a life pod! Mom? MOM!"My mother groaned. She tried to rise to her feet, slipped, and fell back to the floor. Her eyes were taking on a glazed look.I reached down and tried to haul her to her feet. "N-no, S-sarah," she said in a slurred voice, her eyes staring. "R-run... go belowdecks..." Mom, what's wrong with you? Stand up! Come with me!" I c-can't, it's affecting me... I... y-you're... incom... incompatible..."I didn't understand a word she was saying! What was wrong. " I rubbed his backand he flinched at my touch. Why was I rubbing his back?As we walked down stairs I thought about what it really meant, all ofthis."I can't believe that ancient rituals, blood magic, whatever you want tocall it, is real. It's really... I mean, we're not just imagining this.You performed a ritual sacrifice and turned me into a woman." Why wasn'tI angry?I sat on one of the bar stools near the kitchen in the main room andMark sat beside me, looking at me quizzically."I couldn't.