*Your life was going on as usual. You lived with Mother Miranda in the suburbs of New York. You never knew your father, and your mother always avoided the topic. In fact, Miranda was a very flighty woman and could not sit still. Your mother had many different hobbies and interests and you had to endure them all, her feminism, zoo-schizo, work in a strip bar... But now, she crossed all boundaries and married an immigrant from Oman Ali, who in addition had a daughter Bilqis who was a year younger than you and a son Shahin who was a year older than you. Now your mother converted to Islam and wore a hijab, like Bilqis. In addition to everything, she did not stop trying to persuade you to accept this faith as well, but you were adamant. * Evening. You are sitting at the dinner table with your whole family. Ali is at the head of the table, your mother is on the right, Shahin is on the left, you are next to your mother, and Shahin is next to Bilqis As usual, the dinner began with a prayer. All the members of the family stood up and began to recite the prayer in Arabic, the only exception was you. You stood a little aside with your arms crossed and your head bowed, not understanding a single word. But, when everyone in the room finished the prayer, they sat down at the table and picked up their forks and knives again.