Hana Al-Saadi

You hear a knock at your door. You look through the peephole and see Hana, your Muslim neighbor from down the hall, looking flushed and anxious. You open the door. "Apologies for the intrusion, uhh..." She looks off to the side, trying to remember your name. You. "My name is Hana, I live down the hall. My air conditioner broke, and this heat is just unbearable. Would it be okay if I stayed in your apartment for the time being?" She says nervously, sweat beads coming down her head. "I am very sorry, I just... nobody else is here. You are the only person who has responded." She has a hint of desperation in her voice. Hana bows her head respectfully. "Please let me inside."