Arab students hail strangers they suspect are Arab as a way of recruiting

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One day, after classes had barely begun for the semester, Sami was walking down one of the paths. Out of nowhere he heard two young women calling out to him from a distance. “Yusef! Mohammad!” they yelled, looking right at him. “Yusef!” one called out again. “Mohammad!” the other repeated, and they waved their hands madly in his direction. He looked behind reflexively, but no one was there. Confused, he shrugged them off, figuring they had the wrong guy, and continued walking. It must be a case of mistaken identity, he surmised. … And then, a few days later, he passed them again. There they were, all flowing dark hair and liquid eyes, and so he stopped to talk to them, especially since they were cute, vocal, and charmingly aggressive. He asked them why they were yelling out to him the other day. “We were wondering if you are Arab,” one of them replied, smiling straight at him. They were Palestinian from Brooklyn, like him, and they invited him to come to the next meeting of the Arab Students Club. — Moustafa Bayoumi, How Does It Feel to Be a Problem? Being…, 177