Every time we go to the city we go to Shabans. Maybe even twice. Maybe even three times. He feeds Omar, his son, is great too because he runs and gets us delicious pita and gives us juice. I'm pretty sure I've bought most everything in his store too. BYU t-shirts, scripture bags, widow's mite necklaces, scarfs, Armenian pottery, oil, kafias, genie pants, dresses, t-shirts, olive wood, sling shots, camels, posters... really, name anything and Shaban's got it. He calls me Abigail- soo we're pretty tight. He's the man.
Omar!
Shaban!
I have taken shop till you drop to a whole new level here....don't worry fam, it's mostly stuff for you.
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