John stood at the table. “I’m grateful for all of you”, he started, “Ahmed, I’m glad you escaped the war and grateful to know you.”
“Al-hamdu ‘ilah”, Ahmed replied.
Just then there was a knock on the door. “Excuse me”, John said.
Outside Ayesha, her face bruised, was pounding on the door. She glanced nervously behind her. The door opened and John greeted her. As they entered the house two men stood in the alley shouting slurs. John closed the door while Ayesha and Ahmed embraced.
John looked everyone, saying, “I wish you all, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!”