I heard a knock on the door, that must be the guests my mother invited. Quick, I ran into the living room and opened the glass jar placed in the middle of the table, it was filled to the brim with cookies. I snuck one out and quickly shoved it into my mouth, the soft cookie melted instantly, the spices, the date filling. No one could get enough of ma'moul.
My dad looked out of the window before opening the door, he knitted his brows in confusion, I stood beside him as he turned the key.
"Get out." Were the words that greeted us.