On the way home, Tom made a donation to charity. Leaving the bank, still haunted by the awful images of suffering, he stepped absentmindedly in front of a rental truck. He froze as it bore down on him, then suddenly came to a tyre-screeching stop. Tom raised his hand apologetically to the driver. Their eyes met.
Ahmed, the young man behind the steering wheel, hesitated, uncertain what to do next. Then he let out a deep breath: “Allahu akbar”, he sighed and waved back.