Emma and her family sat in the living room of the Arab family at lunch. It was somewhat strange that the two veiled women were not sitting on the armchairs at the low table, they were sitting on cushions on the wall where they couldn't touch the table. At first, Emma thought they didn't have enough chairs, but she saw that two had been pushed aside. She simply couldn't understand why. She curiously looked at the veiled girl. Which kind of life had she to spend? Sitting unveiled in a comfortable armchair she didn't feel well, while the Arab girl wrapped in a black veil had to kneel on a simple pillow. Soon the two boys discovered some similarities. They were talking about nothing but computer games. Murat and Tom became friends within minutes. Even the skin of these two boys looked paler than Emmas. Soraya whispered to Emma: " Shall we join together like the two boys? My mother said we were relatives. Emma looked at the veiled girl and shrugged her shoulders. She had never been told about it by her mother. She found it remarkable how quickly the two boys and the two fathers became friends. Shila turned to the veiled girl because the whole conversation was in English and Soraya didn't understand English. Emma's mother appeared to be scared of the veiled woman in some way. "I think, Anna, you better tell us all what happened 17 years ago," Shila said. " First of all, I want to tell you that my original name is not Anna Goldwin. I was born as Shila Kaled and my parents married me to Anvar Bassad." Anna pointed to the Arab. "This marriage had failed, but we couldn't get divorced because of Anvar's father. My idea was to find someone who could replace me so his father wouldn't know about our divorce. Of course, the Saudi Arabian families were excluded from the election right away. It all had to be strictly planned. I traveled to this place and I met Anna at the sports club. She was very similar to me. Then Anvar took care of it all. He had changed our clothes in her dressing room. When she curiously had tried on my veil, I stunned her with a special spray and so she became Shila Bassad and I was now Anna Goldwin. Anvar took her to Saudi Arabia," said Anna. " In the beginning, it was really bad. How could you have been so cruel to me! I hated you so much! After months I got used to it and had got used to always wearing a veil. Anvar was always friendly to me, albeit strictly. Then Soraya was born and two years later Murat. Today I can't imagine another life," said the veiled woman. " When I was looking for a good European school for my son, coincidentally I met a man who wanted to place his son in it. And then it turned out that his wife's name was Anna Goldwin and she had a daughter who was from Anna's former husband, that is me," Anvar said. Anna wanted to apologize, but the veiled woman came to her, reached out her hand and said: "Today I am no longer angry with you, Anna. I am now Shila Bassad. I've been committed to this way of life for a long time. I have a good husband, a beautiful daughter and a clever son. What else could I ask for? " Now Anna's husband also said: "I knew a lot, partly from my wife, partly from Anvar, since I had met him. I don't want to complain, everything is fine". "Thank you, Edward! You always were a very sensitive and kind husband," Anna said. "So then I am an Arab girl," Emma asked shocked. "Yes! You and Soraya are part sisters. As you are my biological daughter, you should wear a veil like your sister! I desire that my two daughters look the same," Anvar said. Emma looked at her father, but Edward Derek just said: "Anvar Bassad is your true father! If he asks you to, do it for him! At least while we're still here." "Come with me and I'll help you change," Soraya said blithely. With her gloved hand, she grabbed Emma's hand and guided her into her room. There she undressed the girl and began to dress her again. She gave her black underwear, stockings, shoes, a black floor-length abaya, a hijab. Then came the veils, first the niqab, then the burka with the two small oval meshes in front of her eyes. Finally, she pulled a pair of black gloves over Emma's hands. Although Emma was one year older than Soraya, the clothes fitted. "You look great as, my beloved sister! Our father will be happy to see you in your new veils. Now you're dressed as modestly as I am," Soraya said. Shortly afterward the two black-veiled girls returned to the living room. "So you are finally dressed correctly! Now you don't have to look in the mirror for hours, you don't see anything of yourself anymore anyway! I don't even know which one of you two is my sister,' Tom said and laughed. "Don't be mocked by your brother! You look like a proper Muslim girl! Only your name is not right. Emina sounds much better," said Shila. "But I am not a Muslim girl! Emma shook her veiled head. "I do not know any Emma! Your father is a Muslim, your mother is a Muslimah, just like you," Anvar said. "And what do you say to the veils? Do you see anything through it", Edward asked. "I can barely see at all. It's heavy and hot underneath. All sounds are also much duller because the tissue is so dense. I hope I can get out of these clothes soon". Emma's complaints came from behind the black veils, but she meant half of what she said. Unpleasant as it was in that black dress and veil, and everything she saw was bathed in a grey mist, but surprisingly she felt comfortable in it. It was like being protected by thick armor. She had become unviolable.