What amazed Adler the most was that in spite of all the blood, and the ensuing attack on Askari no-one else did a thing to help. They both have black eyes, cuts and bruises but they have forged a bond as a result of this experience. They broke bread together the night after the attack. Askari is Adler's hero:
"A random Muslim guy jumped in and helped a Jewish guy on Hanukkah - that's a miracle," [snip] "He's basically a hero. Hassan jumped in to help us."
Askari, begs to differ,
"I just did what I had to do." "My parents raised me that way."
Every once in a while something happens that warms the cockles of one's heart- that affirms, for the most part, man is essentially good, and that in a civilized world he/she will do the right thing. And although no-one else bothered to help out, and it took a Muslim to come to the aid of Jews, that in itself is truly heartening.
This gives me hope.