“It is clear, this is my wife. This is not my wife. You are my guest. You are not my sister. Man has sense, he can make choice. A dog gives birth to many dogs and maybe dogs don’t know about choice and they do it with each other.”
Harun Ali lowered his head a little, as if embarrassed to explain.
“We have choice, so we must decide, not lie like the dog with the other dog.”
“So…?” Dan glanced at Paola who sat next to him, straight backed and serious now. Nevertheless, she had definitely inched her way nearer to him.
“Dan, you are guest in my house, I only tell you what I find difficult with foreigners. I like foreigners to come to my house. Since 1969, foreigners have come to stay. Some stay long time. But here there is Islam and there must be some respect. And the way some girls dress
