They pushed baggage carts and dragged trunks and suitcases behind them. The airport lobby swirled with people wearing bright scarves, hats and turbans. His dad could feed him a piece of lettuce from his sandwich. A turtle might hide his head and pretend to be a stone when the plane took off, then stick his head out of the shell again when the plane was flying. Aref wished he had planned to give his dad a tiny turtle to carry in his pocket. His dad hadn’t stepped into the security line yet. They looked very serious in their brown uniforms, checking tickets, waving travelers forward.
Aref Al-Amri stared at the Muscat International Airports security guards.
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