“You should go in the morning” haboaba tells me, “that’s when the prices are best.”
Today’s lesson is haggling with shop keepers.
She says, “don’t let them fool you”;
reminds me “they’ll make up their prices ma3a zabaayin aldhur.”
Beleaguered resignation overcasts her voice, “make sure to not enter their shops, ya bitti”
Contrition rounds her mouth til pursed lips give way to “you never know what these men will do.”