Missing: bechara…
Some evil person with no scruples now has our car. They stole it this afternoon from the masjid when my Abbu went for Friday prayer. I’d be upset, but I have to laugh at what the thief is going to find in the glove compartment: a high-quality ball-pen, a pair of plastic glasses with attached moustache, nose and eyebrows, lots and lots of empty cookie wrappers, a handful of lentils and a red plastic monkey. (the only one remaining from the original barrel)
So yeah, they stole our car. sigh.
