You were walking between people just before the call to Maghrib prayer, carrying iftar meals with your friends, your smile arriving before your hands did. You searched for those sitting near the mosque, those waiting for a date and a cup of water as if they were rescue after a long day. You approached a man sitting quietly by the sidewalk. You didn’t ask about his religion or his story. You simply extended your hand with the food and a gentle smile. He told you softly, almost apologetically, that he was Christian. But kindness doesn’t check identities. He took the bag carefully, looked at you with clear gratitude in his eyes, and could only say, “Mashallah.”