alien ant farm

i was in class today with ustadh ehab. he was sitting directly across from me talking about the situation in palestine. i was listening attentively. all of a sudden, he says, ‘don’t move!’ i freeze. he gets up slowly, his eyes locked on my head as his right hand reaches for a tissue that’s on the table. what’s he looking at?! i ponder. what’s on my head...a cockroach?! or is my hair exposed?! he leans close to me and slaps my head with the tissue in his hand. OUCH! why’d you do that?! he opens up the tissue. apparently, there was an ant crawling on my scarf. i couldn’t keep a straight face throughout class after that.