For some reason I feel like the guy who found that American passport and I have an unshakable bond. We had the life of this old guy in our hands.. him more than me really... Anyhow, everywhere I go, I seem to have to pass by that shawarma place on Rukab Street and wave or make chit chat when sometimes, I'd rather it be a silent bond. So yesterday I'm walking home at night and I'm on the opposite site of the street of the shawarma place and I hear someone shout out, ajnabiyye... but before I could get a look, I heard some guy scold the other and say tafham arabi. I think it was the shawarma guy looking out for me, that really made my night.
glossary
ajnabiyye = foreigner (female)
tafham arabi = she understands Arabic
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