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....getting to the local market the traveler merchant  with his special smile asked the first  person what was he selling,  in genuine curiosity 

You seem to be an outsider  here  the native  asked 8n rebound 

Yes, he explained he was  new in  town and he had come from sham Syria  his tone filled with pride  and  respect 

The native sarcastically asked didn't sham citizens eat grains or not recognized it

Well,  in sham it is called a paratha  delicious  spicy and layered and flaky meant for human consumption but this doesn't look fit for human beings  , he looked  at the very thin flat roti bread 

In Baghdad this is called roti and eaten by people because in our Baghdad people eat only to stay alive and not for pleasure,  he shook his head  to stop the thread of conversation that was heating up to an argument 

The merchant said its neither a roti nor a paratha,  it's an argument 

The native snatched the  roti  from his hands and put it quickly into the basket and covered it annoyed  and turned away from the unwanted presence