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Customs, here we come.

- Oh, God. - What? Did you forget something?

No. I have that leg thing.

The thing that you get the deep vein thing, and boom,

- next thing you know you're dead. - Oh, a gunshot wound.

- No, the thing you get on planes. - Airsick?

No. The thing you get, that clot from sitting too long.

- Yes. Sitting for hours on end. - Yes.

- Dwelling on the pain. - Yes.

- It's hypochondria. - No, Rayyan. I'm serious.

Honey, you don't have deep vein thrombosis.

That's it. Deep veins throbbing. How do you know I don't have it?

Because, one, you're not 100. And, two, you stretched like 50 times.

Did I do that too long? Maybe I could have pulled something.

Six months traveling through Africa and the Middle East

with visas from Morocco and Lebanon.

The purpose of trip?

- Visiting family. - Extended honeymoon.

Both, really. So, you see, we were on our honeymoon,

- but then her dad decided... - Look, here's the deal.

My mom and dad split up because my dad decided to stay in Lebanon.

Because he's Lebanese,

but he's not a suicide bomber.

I see.

- What are you saying? - What?

Not all Muslims are terrorists.

What my wife is trying to say is that we did change our tickets

because we had to cut short our yearlong honeymoon.

Her parents divorced.

She just felt she needs to be closer to her mother.

I can speak for myself.

And before you ask,

my husband doesn't make me wear this hijab. I choose to wear it.

Okay. Well, congratulations on your marriage

and welcome home.

That's it? You don't have more questions for us?

- Honey. - No, actually, I do have another question.

Are you sure you're just back from your honeymoon?

Sounds to me like you've been married for a while.

Oh.

Thanks.

AMAAR: Finally, we get to relax in your... Our home.

I can't. I gotta go see my mom.

This toast is toast.

You know, your mom begged us not to cut the trip short.

- She said she's okay. - Of course, that's what she'd say.

Well, maybe you should see her before you decide she's a mess.

No, I know my mom. I know what she needs.

If you weren't so beautiful and I didn't love you so much,

- I'd call that disgusting. - Two% milk? You know I like skim.

I'm sorry. They had a limited selection at the airport.

2% tastes like you're drinking liquid fat.

And, of course, we wouldn't want to clutter our fridge with two milk cartons.

Honey, if you put the coffee mugs like this, you can fit way more in.

You know, I have loaded the dishwasher before.

But not correctly.

I think this is what they call irreconcilable differences.

You're back.

Oh. Shoes.

Shoes.

You're back. You're... Your prayer. Right.

I respect that.

Never interrupt.

THORNE: Almost done?

No, I guess not.

We... We all missed you.

Allahu Akbar.

What? Right. Talking to him.

Really admire your dedication and focus and flexibility.

- Sorry, but I'll be quiet. Be quiet. - AMAAR: Allahu Akbar.

You should come by for some tea when you're done.

Uh, why am I... Why am I talking? I'm incorrigible.

Oh, I'm still... I'm still talking.

Still talking!

Hi, Ann.

Look at you.

I want to hear all about your honeymoon. Every sordid detail.

In fact, only the sordid details.

Well, actually, I just came here looking for my mom.

I went by your house, but she's not there.

- She's staying with you, right? - Of course.

Every morning she makes me waffles and strawberries.

Sure, she doesn't make the strawberries. She picks them from a tree in the garden.

- She's not with you, is she? - How'd you know?

- Waffles? - The strawberry tree.

Interesting.

That means she's staying at the house by herself with all those memories.

If I said strawberry vine, would that have worked?

I really want to help her.

So, how did you get through your divorces?

Alcohol.

That won't work.

More husbands?

It's too soon for that.

Oh, there's a divorce support group I sometimes go to. They're meeting today.

- Perfect. What a coincidence. - Not really. We meet every day.

- That's weird. - Why is it weird?

We're divorced every day.

I will tell you why he's back. To march right in and be imam again.

You don't know that. Here, have a digestive.

It'll calm your stomach.

Ohh. Yummy-yum-yum.

Assalamu alaikum.

- Hey, hey. - Walaikum assalam.

There he is.

Ohh! How was the trip?

- Amazing. - Good?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Okay.

Why did you cut it it short? To come back and challenge me?

- Nice to see you, Baber. - He thinks you want your job back.

Baber, you've been imam. I've been imam. We don't need to go through that again.

- Say what you mean. - I mean, you should stay imam.

- Meaning? - Meaning you should stay imam.

Glad to hear that, 'cause him and I,

we have a little running backgammon tournament going on.

Mostly backgammon. Little running.

- Yeah. - So, you two are getting along.

No, no, no. We just agree to disagree.

Must say, it's working out surprisingly well.

I understand that he will be thrown into hell fire forever.

And you, my friend, will burn in the fires of hell.

Wow, this is wrong on so many levels. So, I'm going to leave you now.

Catch you later, guys.

So, what do you think of this "I'm fine not being imam" nonsense.

Uh...

Yeah. I think you need to watch him like a hawk.

- Yeah, I'll get my binoculars. - Yeah, go get your binoculars.

I thought you said you were staying at Ann's.

I tried, but you have no idea what it was like.

The dancing, the drinking, the screaming,

it was even worse when she had people over.

Here, with all the memories?

I love your dad. But he could drive a person crazy.

You said love, not loved. You're not over it.

- You're still wearing your wedding ring. - I'm fine.

At night, I get to watch all the late night TV your father hated.

Hey, if you want to know about home gyms,

- ultra-light vacuums, hijammies... - What are hijammies?

Part hijab, part jammy. All comfy.

Mom, if you're not sleeping, insomnia is a sign of depression.

Rayyan, do I look depressed?

Ann told me about this divorce support group.

Listening to sad stories would probably just make me even lonelier.

Then, come and stay with us.

Grown-ups don't live with their mothers. Except your father.

Till you get back on your feet.

I'm on my feet and my feet are staying right here.

If you don't move in with me, I'm moving in with you.

- That is no way to start a marriage. - Okay.

Great, so you'll come move in with us.

And we'll go check out the divorce support group together.

No one will have any idea as to what I am up to.

Yeah, Yeah. You blend right in.

I've been waiting half an hour to talk to my imam.

It's due to the extreme busy-ness of my, my schedule.

- Very busy. Very busy. - Why do you have binoculars?

Omar, you cannot presume to understand the complexity of an imam

and his many insecurities... Duties.

THORNE: Omar, you know, my office is always open.

If you wanna bat for the other team.

I mean, the other religion.

He could be a while, get a sandwich or something.

This is so awkward. We know everyone here.

Rayyan, Rayyan.

- You're not divorced, are you? - No, of course not.

Oh, phew. 'Cause that would be devastating

and I would not try to take advantage of that at all.

I'm here to support my mom.

All right, everyone, gather around, gather around, make yourselves at home.

But you can't stay here.

Hey, guys. Karl here.

Long time divorcee, first time divorce counselor.

Let us all open our hearts to the new and the now.

That means say hi.

- Hi, Karl. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Welcome to our SAADD meeting. - It's not sad yet.

SAADD.

Surviving After A Devastating Divorce.

Still, that sounds depressing.

It's SAADD with two A's and two D's. Not even a real word.

Let's get started.

Sarah, I find it super interesting that you mentioned being depressed.

No, that's not what I said.

But that's what I heard. So, you need to respect that.

Is it possible you're in a state of denial?

Sarah, Rayyan, this is a safe place.

A haven, if you will. A harbor in the sea of life.

- A nest. - We get it. Okay?

Well, excuse me for living.

I like to emphasize for clarity.

- Nothing you say leaves this room. - ANN: Oh, he's not kidding.

Nate's story about dressing up like a superhero for three years

after his parents' divorce.

He was 22.

- But we only make fun of him in here. - MAN: Right.

Sarah, what would you like to share with us

about your marriage or your ex-husband?

There really isn't anything I want to share.

KARL: Sometimes it's helpful to vent.

For example, when my wife left me, I shredded her clothes with a knife.

But what I should have done was talk to her.

Come on, Sarah, spill. You know, what annoyed you the most about old Yas?

You know, for example, my wife didn't like how I stacked the dishwasher.

So, when she left, I got my own dishwasher.

Her name was Veronica.

Boy, was she stacked. Bring it in.

It's the little things, really.

The gambling debts.

The other men, the other women, the older men, younger women.

You think these things don't matter.

But they add up.

There must be one thing that bothered you about your ex.

I got a whack of things that bugged me. Drove me crazy.

Not now. Not now.

It's Sarah's turn.

Oh.

Um...

Well, I don't know.

The... The way he drank milk out of a carton.

- Oh, that was cute, wasn't it? - Well, at first.

But then it got gross.

That's it, Sarah.

Dig deep, garden out your grief.

You're a garden hoe.

So, after we got to see the markets,

we finally got to go to the beaches of Morocco.

So, what are your plans now that you have returned?

Um, wait and see what happens.

Tell us more about your pilgrimage.

It was not a pilgrimage. It was a honeymoon.

Yes, but we did get to see the city of Zerhoun.

OMAR: The holy city of Zerhoun?

- That one. - That's very fitting for an imam.

Amaar is not the imam.

Well, you know, he is... He is in here.

Ziggy.

Amaar's plan is working. I overheard him at Fatima's.

- He was talking about a holy city. - Holy city.

I've gotta tip my hat to Amaar. That is downright Machiavellian.

- What else did he do? - Let's see.

He went to the grocery store, spent 17 minutes at the flower shop,

said hello to Nate, and then

he went home.

- What does that tell you? - That he is up to no good.

Sure. Or that maybe he bought flowers and wants to make dinner for his wife.

- That's what he wants you to think. - Yeah, right, it's too simple.

His sneaky sneaking will not work. Mercy Mosque is my mosque.

I lead the prayers and I give the sermon.

The sermon. I completely forgot to prepare.

Oh, don't worry. Just do what I do.

- Recycle an old one. - Yeah?

You have to update the pop culture references.

You know, Shaun Cassidy becomes Justin Bieber and so forth.

- You are an evil genius, my friend. - Come on.

You're making me blush.

- Assalamu alaikum. - Walaikum assalam.

There's my beautiful bride.

How was the divorce group?

Ohh. There's something I never thought I'd say.

It was good.

Uh...

What did I do wrong?

- Nothing. It's perfect. - Really?

Wow. You should go to this group more often.

No, I'm just kidding. How was your mom?

A mess. It was pretty clear from the group that she shouldn't be alone right now.

Which is why she's coming to stay with us.

Actually, she's gonna be here any minute.

It'll be great. It'll be kind of fun, like when she was chaperoning us.

And to think we could be in Marrakech right now.

Well, I have run out of things to talk about,

so I'm going to get ready for bed.

- Rayyan. - Yeah. Let me just get mom settled in.

You know what? Maybe I should just go home.

What? No, Mom. We agreed upon this.

Amaar and I want you here. Don't we, honey?

- Sure. - Great, good.

See? Everyone's happy.

Okay. Well... Well, don't worry, I, I did bring my earplugs.

What for?

So, will I see you guys at the SAADD meeting this afternoon?

I'm not going.

Come on, Mom. Give the group a chance.

Remember what Karl said.

Please come back. Promise you'll come back.

- You're all I've got. - Before that.

Just come.

Look at the time. I'm late for a meeting. Gotta go.

Baber's always with his Christian buddy.

You know, having tea and biscuits instead of doing his job.

Would you like me to talk to him?

- You be imam. - No, I don't think so.

- That's not the plan. - You give talk after prayer.

Baber gives the same one every week.

Just like Thorne. Recycling old material is bad form.

And they weren't even good the first time. And he gets all those sayings wrong.

- It's so distracting. - He does have some annoying habits.

- Uh, okay, I will think about it. - Yes.

- Thank you. - Thank you, imam.

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

I will see you at the mosque, Inshallah.

- Goodbye, imam. - You have colorful cushions.

- Okay. - Goodbye.

Amaar.

- Assalamu alaikum. - Walaikum assalam.

- Is my mom here? - Uh, no.

Ugh, I really need to talk to her. She won't go back to that group.

Although, if she doesn't want to go to the group,

I could always just bring the group to her.

- Yeah. - Honey,

what would you say if I decide to become imam again?

- I thought you decided not to. - No, I did.

But Baber has been annoying the congregation.

I know how they feel about him.

That's why I pushed my dad to bring you here.

I thought it was because I was the imam of your dreams.

- Yeah, well, then I woke up. - Right.

And I realized that you are the better imam in every way.

Assalamu alaikum, Rayyan. Yeah, found her in her office.

Okay, see you later.

Baber.

- Working on your sermon I see. - Trying.

Excellent.

Baber, I was wondering if you'd mind me giving a talk later after prayers.

You're telling me face to face that you're going to go behind my back

and steal my imamship from under my feet?

Is that a yes or a no?

Welcome back, everyone.

Okay, I would like to thank you all for not divorcing me

from the group.

- Hi, all. - What are you doing here alone?

Can forbidden fantasies really come true?

Mom won't come back to the meeting,

so I was wondering if we could take the meeting to her.

Oh, my God, we could totally stage an intervention.

- Great. - Field trip.

Interventions make me sleepy. Let's do it.

Wait, wait. Before we go, let's do a centering exercise.

What?

- Whatever. - Yes, get your chair.

Come on, move it!

Move it!

- Fill the belly! - Right behind you.

Wait for me.

I'm the leader.

KARL: No pushing. Come on.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Okay, front row. I get front row. - WOMAN: Yeah.

Rayyan, what's going on?

Well, you wouldn't come to us, so we had to come to you.

Rayyan, listen to me. I'm okay.

How can you be? Everything is messed up.

- Dad left. - KARL: Sarah.

How do you feel about what Rayyan just said?

Your husband abandoned you.

I feel like I'd like to be alone with my daughter.

Sometimes the group dynamic adds a measure of safety to interactions.

My ex said that when she wanted to spice things up.

But in this case, it's actually true.

What he's saying is we've come to save you from yourself.

You were married for 31 years. How can you just be okay?

- It's much worse than I imagined. - What? Your rash?

No, the Amaar thing, right.

He said he wants to give a talk after prayers tonight.

- And you said yes? - What choice did I have?

- Say no. - I didn't think of that.

- It's all over. - Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.

I'll miss you.

How about some backgammon?

No, wait, ethical dilemma.

If we play, I'll win because you're upset.

Hmm-hmm.

Yeah. Let's play.

My brief but great imamship will be nothing more than a brief memo

in the history of Islamic civilization.

- Oh, come on. - Leave me to my pain.

Fine. I'll play with myself.

You and Yasir always seemed so good together.

None of us saw the rotting cesspool underneath.

- Cesspool? - Too soft?

Rayyan, could I talk to you alone for a minute, please?

Mom, you know, it's okay to grieve.

Dad left us for Lebanon and Grandma.

- We're never going to be a family again. - We are a family.

You will always be his daughter,

and you'll always be my daughter.

But don't you miss Dad?

- You miss him, sweetie, don't you? - I really do.

And I don't understand why you're not upset.

No, I was upset, but I'm not anymore.

- You are. - Yeah, Of course I am.

If you guys can't make it work, what chance do Amaar and I have?

- Well, 50% anyway. - Yeah.

Sweetie, it's not a bad thing.

I mean, I know it's not a great thing.

But we had 31 great years together.

You and Amaar are going to make a wonderful marriage.

I'm sure of it.

That's beautiful.

Please leave.

You all know Amaar.

I know you all like him better than me.

But I will not be one to eat sour bananas.

And I assure you that I will not make a scene as I leave this job.

And now,

with tears in my eyes,

I welcome your new, old imam Amaar.

Thank you, brother Baber.

You know, when I came to Mercy five years ago,

it was my calling to serve this community as your imam.

It's true, brother Baber can be difficult.

Sometimes he doesn't listen and he can be paranoid.

I saw your plot right from the start.

But ultimately, Baber Siddiqui is a good man

and a very good imam.

So, now, it is my calling and in fact, our calling

to be a part of Baber's congregation.

And I will wait for Allah's plan to reveal itself for me.

Brother Baber, the minbar is yours.

I've always loved him.

You're right. It is. I am the imam.

And you are always welcome to come and talk about

- what a good imam I am. - Why?

There you go. The last of Yasir's things.

- Feels good to get them cleared out? - Yeah, it does, it feels great.

Little sad, but great.

Mom, I'm sorry. I tried to bulldoze you and I didn't mean to make things worse.

I'm sorry, too.

- For what? - Well, I was just so busy being fine.

I didn't know you weren't.

For what it's worth, that group really helped.

Really? Was it the the talking, the sharing, the chanting?

No. Just knowing I never have to go back.

Wow.

- Is this for me? - Yes.

And take a look at this.

Rayyan, you don't have to do that.

I don't want all these little things to build up between us,

so that they fester like some little boil

that you don't even notice until it's so big, it's ready to pop.

Thanks, doc. Now I'm really ready for breakfast.

- Oh, wait. One more thing. - What more could I want?

This looks great.

You got two%.

Enjoy your liquid fat.

Look at us. We have two milks now.

What can I say?

I'll do anything for love.