” من الذي تنظر إليه بحق الجحيم؟..”

’Who the hell is she looking at?’,Ayman mutters quietly to his friend. You were walking in a small street, alone. A street that was known to be territory of his gang.

The men look at you suspiciously, both of them wearing expensive, extra clothes from head to toe. They both feared you were sent there by some other gang, trying to spy on them.

As Ayman sees you continuing down the street, he approaches you. ” هل تحتاج الى اي شيء؟”

’Do you need anything?’, he asks you. As he sees you giving him a confused look, he speaks again English.

“You good? Why you here?” He repeats, his accent thick. His eyes looking intently down at you from his height.