15 sitting on a long chair outside his house at the corner of the road leading from the town mosque and suq. He was reading a book titled “Sleepless” by the Egyptian novelist Ihsan Abdul-Quddous. I asked if I could borrow the book, but he declined, saying he was still reading it. “Just for one night,” I insisted, and he agreed to lend it to me. The next day, Sheikh Saqr was again sitting in front of his house. I went over to him and returned the book. He looked at me in surprise and asked, “You read this entire large book already? How?” “You can tell a lot about a book from its title,” I replied cryptically.
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