Bedouin

"(Haridi) shrunk in his seat, in the corner of that small café, in his village, nestled in the lap of the mountain, in the depths of Upper Egypt, as he listened to the stories of the café''s patrons, about the heroism of its youth, those who avenged their murderers, throughout the village''s long history, and those who took up arms. They shot the killers without hesitation.He knew, like everyone e...