Ja'far Magi Novels & Stories

-Eat some mahmoul2 and fatayer3, I made it earlier today, they're fresh. I deny her offer and she raises an eyebrow, I change my mind, and take the plate from her hand. She serves me a steaming cup of bitter coffee, with a generous pinch of cardamom and a drop of milk, just the way I like it. - I already know about the incident with the Brazilian. - Really? -Did you forget that Jafar is my son? He is very embarrassed by the error of his men. Shall I pack the bag for the foreigner?