Rania pulled into Steve’s driveway and the two of them went into the apartment, Steve carrying pizza and Rania carrying food from her native Syria. Opening the pizza box once they were seated at the table, Steve said, “No pepperoni, no pork!”
“Jazak’Allah*”, Rania replied.
Before they started eating, Rania said, “Bismi’Allah**” and Steve said grace.
Steve turned on the news and saw a report on a suicide bombing in Egypt, and heared inflammatory comments from the US government.
“Turn that off”, Rania said, “an American and Syrian sharing a meal; that’s what’s important!”
With that, they kissed.
*Jazak’Allah means “May God reward you”, a Muslim way of expressing gratitude.
**Bismi’Allah means “In the Name of Allah”, commonly said before eating.
This is a post for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, photo by Dale Rogerson.
So easy when people respect each other… Perfectly timed take!
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Yep.
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I hope that such compassion and love always survives. Great post
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A good story of teo people who
One can always wish for love and peace but if sharing a meal together would do the trick there wouldn’t be so many divorces.
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A very relevant message for today’s world. Nice!
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Indeed!
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Nice and timely message
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Love the theme you captured! Peace.
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Really like the message in your story. Nice take on the prompt.
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Dear Kevin,
Perhaps if everyone in the world met for meals, there would be peace. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you!
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Love knows no boundaries. We’d be better off if more people turned off the news. Thanks for the translation footnotes.
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Welcome!
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They it should be for all, hope you enjoyed your pizza!
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