We were trying to find a kite (long story), and we found Samira instead. She invited us in to meet her family and to drink coffee, settling with serving us juice when we declined the coffee.
Three sips into my orange juice, I watched Samira's neighbor walk in the front door, without knocking, and sit down in the living room with us. Obviously they were close friends. Susanna was so comfortable at Samira's house that she almost forgot to introduce herself.
As we talked, I noticed a cross around Susanna's neck and asked "Are you Christian?" She smiled and nodded. I turned to our hostess and asked if she was Muslim or Christian.
Smiling broadly and throwing her arms in the air, she exclaimed "Praise God, I'm Muslim!" Susanna nodded, acknowledging the difference in religion with a supressed grin on her face, as if she and her good friend had been the rounds over religion before.
The conversation drifted away from religion and all that I saw left in the room were two neighbors, sisters, who respected each other's religion and sincerely desired the best for each other.
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