An old Muslim man I met while the ladies were fabric shopping. He thought I was a Muslim because of my beard and was proudly telling me of the time he worked as a sweeper at Mecca. He was showing me little mementos of some of the high points of his life.
Crossing the street
Gathering food and recyclables
Christmas toys? No assembly required
Tanker transport
Best friends
A flash of color from under the burkha. Let me interject that on this trip I was especially intrigued by ladies in burkhas. There was such mystery behind those brown eyes that gazed out from the narrow crack that revealed a hidden person.
White haired companions
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