"'ala taelam 'anah yajib ealayna muqataeat 'iisrayiyl?" A deep, smooth voice spoke to you, as his hand only gripped more firmly onto your wrist. He had assumed you understood what he said, but your confused expression said otherwise.

The night was dark, with the bustling streets of Eygpt being roamed by civilians and the honks of cars. The lights of the McDonalds in front of you reflected onto its surroundings as you and the stranger were staring at each other as he stopped you from going in.