This is Ishmael-1164. Here, the Afroasian, Turkic, and Austronesian nations are superpowers...as is the common Allah they worship.
This is where the New York Islands meet the New England Islands. Of the many New York ones, eight are inhabited. Of the many New England ones, two are.
This is Island 1 of New Hampshire. It's hardly a megalopolis; but then, none of these islands are. Concord is on this island. Here, capitalism and Jehovah never go out-of-style.
And if you asked the many no-maj residents of this island, they'd also tell you that immigration never goes in-style. They might not say it...but most of them would mean it. Behind magical veils, the warlock/witch communities seem to share this belief. Funny; if you asked the warlocks/witches, they'd say they disagree with the no-majs on everything.
Despite this sentiment, there are immigrants who'd dare come to the New England Islands to settle down in their towns. Such immigrants are on their way to Concord right now. They're the Emkics. And they're Sarajevo Bosnians.
This is a Shaker farm. Or at least, it used to be. The United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing has been a defunct religion for a long time, now. In England, they were outlaws. In New England, they were tech nerds, the pride of religious freedom, and self-sacrificing heroes to orphans.
The Emkics arrive. Before long, an Islamic estate has been erected. The neighbors are intrigued, as to how such an expensive home gets sewn up so fast. Even so, most of the conservative neighbors give the estate a wide berth.
A few, even, notify the DEA of the home's location. They can't prove anything yet...but a lot of them would pay a fortune, if it meant revealing the home's new residents as drug profiteers... Alas, they're in for a big disappointment. The Emkics might not be drug profiteers...but they do harbor a family secret.
Spring has sprung. For Muslims all over Ishmael, Ramadan is near. Naturally, New England usually ignores this. Most of them hate Muslims, and they don't care that all of the world's Muslim countries have the power to colonize their land in a flash.
This, of course, is what crosses Tabitha's mind, when she gets a party invitation in the mail. It's a Ramadan party. It's at the Emkic estate. Tabitha, of course, doesn't know what Ramadan is...and she's not ambitious enough to find out.
Either way, her curiosity soon gets the best of her. Against her better judgment, she heads out to the party...with a friend. Don't get excited, though; it's not a boy...although yes, Tabitha is now old enough for those to matter.
Lisa, her BFF, is too. By contrast, Lisa's black...as is her mother. Unlike Tabitha, Lisa's a no-maj. Her luck is about to change...whether she wants it to or not...
Lisa knows that her BFF's a witch...and has for a long time. She's gotten used to it. Alas, now that she's older, she might or might not have the stamina to tolerate the shocker that she and Tabitha are in for tonight...
At the party, there are paper lanterns shaped like onion domes. Some of them hang from threads from the home's barrel-vaults. Here and there, ornamental tassels hang from threads. Crescent moon-shaped balloons stand atop towers made of normal-looking balloons. There are crescent moon-shaped balloons in general.
And naturally, there's a lot of food. You'll find no pork or liquor products here; the latter of which is good news for the kids. Otherwise, most of the food is halal. Hell, the homeowners are probably hoping that the halal in the food will magically cure the infidels of any disloyal feeling they have towards Allah...
While this isn't quite the truth, though...it's close enough to it to inspire...
The party doesn't seem to have a big turnout... But of course, this is expected. Again, Islam is NOT a popular thing here in New England. Most people who live here are Episcopalians...despite how many Celtic settlers also live here...
Soon, Tabitha and Lisa meet the urchin daughter of the Emkic family. Her name is Selma. Her hair is black, and bobbed. Essentially, she's a Sarajevo Bosnian Goth. For the party, she wears a black bra...and looks like a Goth belly dancer when she comes downstairs to greet Tabs and Lisa.
"I know this is awkward," she tells them both, "but," she points upstairs. "Can I see you upstairs...for a moment?"
Both paranoid, they both nod. Selma can't help but sense some racist sentiment coming from their auras...although she isn't entirely sure from WHOSE aura it comes...
"Look," she insists, "I'm BOSNIAN, okay? We're white, just like..." She studies them. "Well, YOU," she points at Tabitha, "for sure..."
Tabs scoffs. "I was born in New England. Your people are just as strange to me as your," she looks around, "rhinestone-emerald religion, here."
"So... Are we going to do this, or what?"
At last, they both nod. Selma grins, and leads them upstairs, with her arms raised partially. As Tabs watches her do this, she can't help but wonder what kind of antiperspirant she uses...or if she uses deoderant instead...
As they travel upstairs, they pass several broom cupboards. Tabs has not yet noticed that they look very much like the ones her mother uses, back at 1164 Morning Glory Circle...
Selma takes them into a dark room. Tabs and Lisa both feel VERY paranoid, by now...
With spells, Selma reveals her family's secret, by bewitching the door closed and the lights on. A symbol of the Anti-Crescent is on the main wall.
Lisa and Tabs both gape, of course. They were NOT expecting this...even though Tabs was secretly hoping for it.
Selma stands before them, and grins. "Okay. I showed you mine." She raises her head. "Show me yours."
Tabs is still taking this in, of course. And Lisa can't react at all; she's just a no-maj.