The time is between six and seven in the evening. As part of my routine, I have to buy food from the market.

Another night, same as the past nights. I bought food from a bearded guy. For basic conversation, I have to unload my little knowledge of broken Arabic.

Of course, I should pay the “bakala” — the way people called the local convenience store. In Filipino version, it’s “Aling Puring Suking Tindahan.” Ah okay, it’s “tindahan” for short.

I have to take out my currencies of Rials with different sizes. Same as Euros, it gets bigger depending on the value.

Then, I said it with a smile, “Shukran Sadiq” — a simple greeting in broken Arabic. It means “Thanks, my friend.”

I’m ready to go.

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