Shams Saghira 11
October 26, 2007
There was silence a moment, then he added, saying, “C’mon. Break my head. Lets go.”
Abu Fahd replied, “Go on, leave me be, I don’t want to break your head.”
But the drunk said belligerently, “No, no, c’mon and break my head.”
He took a step back a bit, and said in a playful voice, “I’ll turn you into a sieve.”
The drunk took his hand out of his coat pocket and with it a long straight razor blade. Abu Fahd rushed his hand to his belt, unsheathing his dagger while the drunk was quickly and alertly closing in on him.
Abu Fahd raised his dagger high, then swung it down, but the drunk moved to the left in a quick and sudden movement. The dagger missed him and he pushed the razor into the chest of Abu…