As Sahafah, the 'l' elided with the hard 's' to follow, reading from right to left, so not 'al' as you might think, but 'as' as you might not. The 's,' in contrast to a Moon letter, in which case

sorry, had to open with that, for shock value; and for the fact that just behind where these guys are hanging out one day when I visited Al Muruj were some other guys hanging out, but it was lunchtime and they were sitting on the floor cross-legged, sharing a

0:00 /0:19 1× . . . on the way. . . . . . and in the zone. . . observed. . . to the obaya mall. . . the selfie with this proprietor: the shop itself is perhaps a little fusty, high ceilings showing the ducts and bits common to mall shops, and high up on the walls sample dresses on

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* writing on Cabaret, here, I find its antecedent stage-play, written by John Van Druten, award winner, 1952/53, where it adapted and dramatised Christopher Isherwood's Goodbye to Berlin, in turn adapted into a film bearing the same title as the play, I Am a Camera, screenplay by

may sound more like "boolyfaood wooorild" but is a transliteration of Boulevard World. . . I was tempted to go into the pyramids and either shoot things if not quite understanding what. Then, isn't that always the way? . . . also of note, a demonic personage and a huge banana!