By the time the climax arrived—a ridiculous fight where the heroes beat up the villain using a trick involving a mirror and a swinging chandelier—Cabdi was wiping tears from his eyes.
Cabdi was silent for a long time. The desert wind whispered through the thorn trees. golmaal again af somali
Ayaan leaned over. “See, Awoowe? He is like a Somali elder. He is negotiating. ‘You give us the treasure, we give you peace.’” By the time the climax arrived—a ridiculous fight