Abu Kaysan was a man in his fifties. With the profits from his shop he was able to raise three sons and two daughters. All now married and living on their own. Kids today have no respect for the traditions. He and his wife should still have at least one son at home, helping them and …

I could tell that he hadn’t had a chance to talk to someone who wanted to listen for quite some time. I brought him around to the day of the murder.

“I was sweeping the sidewalk when I heard a big noise. I fell to the ground, for that is what you are to do. Then a few seconds later I heard it again. Big bang. Then I saw two men on a motor cycle, one behind the other drive off. Both were wearing the helmets that covers the face. So I could not see their faces. I stepped into the street and I saw the three men dragging the body to the other side of the road. His face and his hands were gone. I saw one man squat next to the body and then he walked away. The other two men stayed and talked to the police.”