“What?” he said.
Outside, the call to prayer began. And Omar, for the first time in years, didn’t feel like anything was missing. qiran.com
That Thursday, he told himself he was going to Alexandria for the fish market. He arrived at the designated tram stop at 4:10 PM, feeling like an idiot. A man sold roasted sweet potatoes from a cart. A woman argued on her phone. At 4:16, the tram hissed to a stop, and a young woman stepped off. “What