AlexanderOmar was quiet for a long moment, his weathered hands wrapped around his coffee cup. "Come," he said finally, standing. "I want to show you something." I followed him through the estate to a section that opened onto an enormous courtyard. Several hooded birds perched on stands, and a young man in traditional dress tended to them. "Falconry," Omar explained, his entire demeanor shifting to something lighter. "My greatest passion besides business." "I've never seen it in person." "Then you'll learn," Omar called out in Arabic, and the young man brought over two birds, their talons gripping thick leather gloves. "This is Aziz, my falconer." For the next hour, I received an education in an ancient art. Omar's enthusiasm was infectious as he explained breeding, training, and hunting techniques. He handed me a glove and let me hold one of the birds, guiding my movements with patient instruction. "She's magnificent," I said, feeling the falcon's weight on my arm. "Seven yea
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