Just who was that Muslim woman rockin' the tiger-print-meets-tie-dye hijab on the first night of Ramadan before sundown on Saturday? I had to know. So I waved down Amran, 25, and asked her, for lack of a better word, how come she was, well, allowed to be so fashionable, since most of the other women in hijabs I see are more understated.
"It doesn't matter your style. All that matters is you're covered," she said assertively.
"What are you listening to while you walk?" I asked.
"The Koran."
"No way!" I said excitedly.
"Yes way!" she replied heartily.
"In Somali?" I asked, since earlier she'd said she was Somalian. She actually lives in Blaine, Minnesota, and is visiting Atlanta for four weeks.
"No, in Arabic."
"But you speak Somali."
"But I learn it," she said, implying that a good Muslim would learn the language of her own holy book. Oh, Amran means "wonderful." And I told her that Shannon supposedly means "small but wise," but that I was skeptical about that.