Ha HA!
I do it every time.
So tonight we met our peer tutors, and mine, Haitham, is a great guy! Already holding my hand (that's normal in Jordan, by the way). He's so happy to finally meet me, and I him.
After iftar, we went to a mosque for a class of mine: Intro to Islam. I start out doing what everyone's doing, prostrating and all, and then I made some friends, of course! A bunch of kids, Abdullah, Ahmed, Ahmed, another one I cannot pronounce, and I was practicing my 3arabi. We decided to ditch services to go drink some tea in the back. So fun. So when it was time for us to go, people were like "dude you always know people," as always, haha. If I sound pompous yet, just you wait.
We go out to the street, and a car comes past, "Ibrahim!" It's Hani shouting from a car, and everyone goes, wait.. what? I feel like I own the streets, when people call my names from all different directions.
This is me in Amman.
--Ibrahim
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abrahamito, mi amor
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un beso,
simona