Casual Conversation and Humor

I asked him for help. I told him, “Come cook.”

Brother, make me pasta. Put

eggplant in it. We were in Italy,

and I invited him, it was on me. I paid

a hundred euros, enough to fill a lark.

Why aren't you paying, mate? You're stingy by nature.

Stingy. Take your things, come on, take them and leave

the heart of the square.

I revolve through the nights, and everyone is in

their own orbit. He invited me to his house. I found him

laying out pomegranates for me.

His art is outstanding, I won't deny it. How his

words delighted me. As for Mu'ayyad, no procession through the neighborhood

matches wedding processions.

Like my procession, the finest of processions, no celebration can match it.

I'm number one in the West Bank. I came tonight, Superman.

When there was a gasoline crisis, meaning here

in Palestine, he paid fifty at the gas station, and they wanted

to fill his tank.

I saw him carrying a jerrycan and attacking

the gas station, saying, “A jerrycan for a hundred.” God bless

wedding celebrations.

Why are you talking about gasoline? You're wading into battlefields.

You want your hair trimmed on the sides, neat and without

sideburns.

Mu'ayyad is singing, and he's still waiting for a beating.

He came to have coffee with us. He hid the cup in his jacket.

This is real combat, Zakka.