Oh, Salaam!. Najwa Barakat

embrace and kisses on both cheeks. The pounding on his back and shoulders continued until Luqman was seized with a fit of coughing. Luqman pushed the man off him and onto the stone bench beside him.

      “Najeeb! Is it you? You scared me, man! I thought you were one of the crazies grabbing me. But tell me, why are you dressed like this? What are you doing here? Are you sick too?”