A visit by Dana

Waking up, Annita wasted little time in getting herself dressed and praying. Once she had done that, the elderly woman made her way downstairs. She had half expected to find Delia already down there, but was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't.

Heading right for the kitchen, Annita got to work pouring herself a cup of coffee. While Delia didn't quite approve of her caffeine habits, she ignored her for now. Pulling out a cup, Annita poured the drink in and took a sip. Thankfully the coffee machine was programmable.

As coffee went, she had gotten far better. But this would do perfectl-

Or would've, if not for the sound of someone banging on the door. Hopefully this wasn't in anyway related to her daughter. If she heard one more claim that she needed to get married, she was going to do some things Delia wouldn't particularly like.

"I'm coming!" Annita announced and rushed over to the door. Pulling it open, she found herself face-to-face with Dana of all people. "Oh. Hi, Dana."

"Assalam aleikum Annita." Dana greeted and took a moment to compose herself. "For all the times you've been to the mosque, do you want me to take you there this time?"