This was all new to Thuraya who had never come to this part of the city before, since the Libyans from the Arab quarters of Tripoli didn’t usually frequent these places, fearing harassment and mistreatment. There wasn’thing odd in a young woman spending her entire childhood inside her family’s house in Bint Al Pasha Alley, limiting her outings to playing in the nearby alley. Once she started wearing the veil, she went out only to go to her father’s shop or on seasonal trips with her parents to visit their home town in Tajura.
After the carriage had driven around Cathedral Square for the third or fourth time, the driver took you to Mazzini Street, which wasn’t as crowded. You asked him to stop by a kiosk that sold cold drinks and ice cream. You bought a few bars of chocolate and some gelat
