The kababghi

On the street level of the kohl jar, the local name for the round tubular apartment building, sits a small ordinary kababghy.  The restaurant is owned by Hosni who inherited it from Anwar when he passed away after being hit by a car.  Hosni prepares kabab on his grill and shawarma on a vertical spit, it's searing hot spine that cooks the blood from within.  The police officer heads into the back room wear a veiled woman waits for him.  To him she is just a piece of meat who sits upon layers and layers of other's just like her.  He will make a meal out of her, digest her and throw her away.