Once a month I have my hair cut. A grade one short back and sides at a local branch of a London barbershop here in KL. It takes 45 minutes to cut, shave and shampoo.
Ali always cuts my hair. We talk about our families. He is from Syria, from a small town on the border with Turkey. He hasn't seem his family for nearly three years, but plans to visit them next March.
He is very excited this morning because of the upcoming Hari Raya celebrations.
He is very excited this morning because of the upcoming Hari Raya celebrations.
Yet at the same time you can detect the sadness in his blue piercing eyes, made worse by his tiredness from fasting during Ramadan.
"You know that in the Quran we are not allowed to even hurt an ant," he says to me.
"I don't know why people are doing what they'e doing in my country. Why? " he adds. "We are not all bad people."
"I understand," I say to him, "I understand".
I just wish the rest of the world could too.
Selamat Hari Raya.
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