"can I come in? I really need a smoke..." My landlady
The flat I rent used to be my landlady's "office", a private space that
operated under the guise of a public one. She kept her office to escape the
non-smoker act she carries on outside, to smoke to her heart's content inside. Now it's
occupied, but she still comes from time to time for the odd fag and to pour out her
frustrations when she returns from food shopping trips at the nearby market.
My landlady "Why don't they review the number of fasting days we have to
follow like they review the amount of zakat we have to pay every year? A
whole month seems so excessive! 20 would be more than enough, we're in the 21st century and I've got things to do, God damn!"
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