My Mother

Once, my mother and I went to a mall for Eid shopping. It was Ramadan; before Maghrib prayer, we were fasting. My mother was tired and a little dizzy. We went into a shop that had mirrors at the back. My mother went straight to the mirrors, and all of a sudden she bumped into it. I heard her saying sorry to her. She tried to avoid her by stepping to the right. But to her astonishment the figure of this woman moved to the same direction. My mother got suspicious. Who was that woman? Why was she moving in the same direction? Then; she realized that it was only her reflection. She looked at the salesman who was standing by and smiling , obviously he saw everything since the beginning. He  didn’t bother himself  to say anything to her.  My mother got mad at him and told him that they should put some tape on the mirror to distinguish it as a mirror not as an extension to the shop, so other women wouldn’t bump into it and hurt themselves. He commented that it happened several times to other ladies, they told the manager about adding a tape to the mirror but he refused. We left the shop without buying anything. When we left my mother was laughing at her self.