He was in a long royal purple tunic with white pants.
A cult member, surely, I thought.
Then I rounded the corner
and saw another man in the same dress.
Ha! A cult convention.
Then I came up against the limits of my knowledge.
It couldn't be a cult.
There were so many of them.
Not just men. Whole families.
And so many beautiful women.
Those "I Dream of Jeannie" sandals!
Crackling with energy.
I laughed at myself, recognizing my own American parochialness.
Don't we always compare new information to our old information?
I understood instantly these were a people I had never seen or met before.
exquisitely dressed woman
poured out of the hotel."Where are you from?" I asked.
"Pakistan, he said. "We are here for a wedding."
The island of Jamaica
sent spectacular sunshine."Are you from Pakistan too?"
I asked a gorgeous young woman
dressed differently than the others.
"No, I'm from Jamaica." she said.
"Of course you are!" I thought,
marveling at Istanbul's constant ability
to make the ordinary encounter extraordinary.
I'm sure Jamaicans at Pakistani weddings are a common sight,
don't you think?
Do they have ring bearers
at Pakistani weddings?
in all of her finery.
I'll picture these lovely people
when I read a story about Pakistan
in the future.
I'll picture this little girl
in all of her bracelets
The beautiful Pakistani women
blew me kisses
from the bus
as they left.
I hope they had a wonderful time.