This tale of forbidden passion is tense and provocative. Naser is an outsider who yearns for romance in a country where the police watch your every move and both foreigners and women are treated as second-class citizens. For me, a compelling insight into a world of marginalised men, with startling observations of a society in which men and women are imprisoned by misconceptions and hatred. I cared passionately about the fate of Nasser and Fiore.
I shook my head and sat back on the pavement and looked around to see if anyone was watching. What sort of trick was this? I folded the paper so that it was even smaller and pressed it deep inside my pocket.
The street was deserted again. I lit a cigarette and tried to look calm but thoughts and questions raced through my head. What a mad thing to do. Did the woman not know that the religious police watched our every move? And how could she possibly trust me? What if I were a traditionalist, a conservative; someone who would detest her actions as being un-Islamic? I might have followed her home and informed the man of her household on her.