Date:        Tue, 8 Feb., 2000

From:     “El-Bietar, Hassan” <hielbiet@bechtel.com>

To:         “Manuel Hazim” <mhazim@micro.com.ng>

Manuel

This is a story about my Uncle Khoury Ibrahim Nassar: My mother arrived to his house one day around noon it was Saturday. There were some chicken from the neighbor Hajj Adel Salam Al-Ali ( he lived

across from my uncle house). Uncle Ibrahim told my mom to "kishi el-jajet". My mother tried and when they kept running about she took a stone and threw it at them. Well! The stone hit one of the chicken so bad that my uncle had to slaughter it. He told my mom not to say anything to any body.

Next day after returning from the church my uncle set the barbecue and calls Elhajj Abdel Salam who had counted his chicken and found that one is missing. He was looking for the chicken. Accepted the invitation, elhajj was wondering where could the chicken be. There is no fox "wewi" around and for sure someone must have stolen the chicken. My uncle agreed and told him it is most likely that some one has stolen the chicken. At this point the chicken barbecue was ready and my uncle offered the first piece to Elhajj and he insisted that he should start eating. Well, at this moment my uncle was agreeing that some one must have stolen the chicken and may be eating it.

Elhajj started eating while saying: "yekul fizzor ya jor halli akalu" [O neighbour, may the person who ate the chicken eat until he bloats to death]. My uncle will reply: Amen and started laughing with his wife Paulina. Elhajj became aware of the plot. He continued eating and laughing along. This is a true

story that took place before uncle Ibrahim became a priest.

Hassan I. El-Bietar

Principal Project Controls Engineer

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