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zaher omareen
wholesale market and Abu
Ahmed is sitting behind the
table he enjoys saying to the
lad in front of everyone, in
a booming voice, ‘Send my
warmest wishes to your mum
. . .’ And he walks on as if he
hasn’t done anything at all.
But in fact everyone in the
market’s stifling their laughter
at the whole story . . . and
the father acts like he’s not
listening to any of it . . .
Yalla now little one, get up
to bed, you’ve got school
tomorrow.