Osama, our veggie man

That year he saved up enough money to make the haj, so they started to c all him “Haji” in the neighborhood.  His friends came and read the Koran out loud as he worked, but he never prayed, that we saw.  Everyone in the neighborhood bought from him, the old Maronite ladies and the Philippine and Ethiopian maids.   Aside from us the only ‘Western’ customers were a black guy and well-dressed German who filled his briefcase with tomatoes and dates.

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