“No indecent clothes allowed.”
I stared back at her, my mouth curved in a smile of disbelief. Was she expecting me to get flustered all of a sudden? That’d I’d suddenly recall the word of God and remember how much He likes to guilt women into submitting to a man’s will?
She continued staring at me and said, “It is the rule. You must wear dupatta at all times. Also sleevelesses and low neck shirts are not allowed.”