“My name is Jibreel.”
They all stared at the man with round eyes.
"No, no, no, you… you can't be…" Youssef started laughing. "No… You're not!"
The man frowned. "Is there a particular problem with my appellation? Does it cause you discomfort? If you don't like my name, use any name you like. I don't mind."
"You're… the angel Jibreel?!" Ahlem asked. "The… Jibreel?! The angel?"
The man raised his eyebrows, eyes widening slightly. "My name is Jibreel," he repeated, and they all sighed in relief, collapsing to the floor at once. "Y-You're a human! Sh-Should have said so from the beginning! I was about to pee myself!" Oussama wiped away a tear. "Can you imagine the Jibreel over here?!"
They all laughed nervously, and he grinned. "I see you're intimidated by the Jibreel."
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