45 There, I left the hotel in search of the “Mu’ayyad” bookstore. Guided by locals, I found it brimming with books stacked from floor to ceiling. Absorbed in the sight of the books, I hardly noticed the man seated at a desk until he prompted, “How can I help you, young man?” I turned to him and recognized an elderly man. I greeted him and asked, “Are you al-Mu’ayyad?” “Yes, and what do you want?” he replied. “I am your friend, Sultan al-Qasimi, from Sharjah,” I introduced myself. “You are Sultan? The one who corresponds with me from Sharjah?” he
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