The other night, Rabiyah, my quasi-doorman, caught my hand in a strong handshake and asked if some workers could come into the apartment to install a new sign above the entrance to our apartment building. They could’ve made an appointment, right? Well, remember—this is Egypt, where you play it by ear most of the time. Although I was expecting some friends over for a language exchange, I relented. And although they didn’t stay long, they were not the quietest workers. They finished in less than an hour and were on their merry way. Alhamdulilah!
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