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Summary Of ' I 'm Abdullah '

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A young man, around his twenties in jeans and a travel-worn jacket worked his way down the aisle of the classroom looking for an empty seat. As he wrestled his backpack through the seats he finally saw an empty chair and asked a young bearded man wearing a brimless white cap if the seat was available. The guy looked up from the book he was reading and said, “No not at all? You can sit down if you like.”
“Thank you, I almost thought that I might end up sitting in the floor, the class is completely full. My name is Alex by the way.”
“I’m Abdullah.” Trying to gather his things to make extra room for Alex, Abdullah closed his book holding it reverently in his hands. The title was engraved in gold lettering and flowing in Arabic script.
Either the classroom is getting smaller or the people are getting bigger!” Alex joked as he got settled. “You are the first Abdullah I’ve ever met. Did I pronounce it well?”
“Yeah pretty good.”
“what does your name mean?” Alex asked eagerly
“It’s Arabic and it means servant of Allah. I am from Israel”
“I’ve always wanted to visit Israel. Do you have a lot of family there?”
Abdullah responds with a smile, “Most of us are here in the states now, but I still have some cousins there. I have a picture on my phone if you want to see it. This was my last trip to Jerusalem, my birth city.”
Alex leaned in to see the photo. “Awesome! Do you keep your home traditions strong here?”
“Yes our family is quite close and we are part of a devout Muslim

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