" He's a Muslim, you know." Um-Nadia's voice is half-warning and half-laughter. "Dark as an Egyptian."
"Ma!" Mirielle shouts. "Get a grip."
Um-Nadia's grinning like it's one of her old jokes. "And here is our beautiful Sirine, whiter than this." She takes a bite out of a whole peeled onion as if it were an apple. "

― Diana Abu-Jaber , Crescent