Honor

He raised his honor shield to the broad chest of the foreigner, for the moment of confession had come. And English proved to be resistant to the truth, so he returned to his native language: Arabic (not hostile): how he had lied, and that he would not be able to buy anything, and until now he had not been able to enter the university, and the scent of jasmine he mentioned when talking about his home is the constant smell of... that gathers in a well in front of the house and is taken by a truck once a week. The peak of the confession seemed like a clip from a song by Umm Kulthum, very melodramatic: I have taken from my life and myself, I leave the country... I wish you take me with you far away... The foreigner did not speak and only placed the chain around the young man's neck, then extended his hand to his leg and felt his thigh.