The right one

"Your name, only your name hayati, please tell me your name " he said pleading with me, was he crazy , how did he expect me to talk to him when i could bearly talk to my own father without looking down.

i ignored him and continued walking , admiring the fresh fruits for sale , Allah is really the almighty provider , " Alright ,how about you just tell me your name and you will never hear from me again " he said picking one of the apples next to me, oh God! did this man not understand I did not want to talk to him, fed up with this mans nonsense I put down the fruits and angrily walked away.

"OK how about... " he said still on my trail, that's it I turned around and looked him straight I'm the eye "oh for the sake of Allah , please I beg you leave me alone " I said turning and hurrying away, not bothering to look behind if he was following me or not.