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April 2002
Is he looking at
me?
It was a busy
Middle Eastern market with thousands of people milling around. He wore a hat
pulled low over his eyes. Maybe he was just curious about a foreigner like
me.
Or maybe he was
following me. I stopped and looked at some local curios. The man blended
into the crowd, and I began to breathe easier.
Do you think I’m
being overly dramatic?
I’m not.
This morning I sat
at a sidewalk cafe and drank a cup of tea. Almost all of the other customers
were Muslim men. If they had known why I was in their city, there might have
been a riot! Read
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