The Kindness of A Stranger.

Went to the Shawarma (again) for break fast, and
I have some kind of glitch.

I don't have any Kroner on me.

Yeah, I do have Euros, but these shopowners take
too much commission, leaving me with less Kroner,
and believe me, when you're dealing with two
currencies, it's an effing headache.

I ordered Kylling Menu, and proceeded to argue with
the guy on what the rate should be, when all of a sudden,

"I'll pay for his meal"

I was shocked.

"You want to pay for my meal?"

"It's ok. You Muslim?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm Muslim too. We're brothers."

Not that I had no money, but I didn't refuse what
he offered. I don't know why.

I said "Thanks."

"No problem" he said, patting my back as he headed
for his place in the shop.

I got my meal and joined him and his friend.

I have to admit, the situation was pretty awkward.

We made small talk.

"What's your name?"

"Ali."

"I'm Fahmi. How long you've been here?"

"Sixteen years. Are you from Indonesia?"

"Malaysia. Did you speak hindi just now?"

"It's Urdu. Pretty much the same."

We made small talk, intertwined with me
gulping down my dinner. Same with them.

As I finished my meal, I took out my business
card and handed it to him.

"Here. If you're in Malaysia, please let me know.
I will buy you dinner."

"Woow. Sure, man. You'll buy me dinner?"

"Why not. I promise. Thanks for dinner again,
Ali. You are very kind."

I walked out of the shop, amazed by the fact that
religion is really larger than life.

Only in Kobenhavn.