On my first day in Vienna, I went to an Italian restaurant. At the table next to me were two dignified gentlemen speaking Arabic. l recognised a few words but mostly enjoyed my pizza and tiramisu. We finished eating at the same time. To my surprise, one of them spoke to me in Arabic, and we had a lovely conversation. One was a Palestinian living in Vienna, and the other was a businessman from Qatar. They insisted on paying for my dinner. “You are my sister and you are here for Qur’an”.