We need to see the IDs of the people who visited you yesterday.
Yes, this is standard procedure.
The security guards need them.
We need the girls’ IDs, not the men’s.
What do you even do up there in that apartment?
How dare you insult me?
What are you doing, living here on your own in Cairo?
Where are your parents?
You should be thankful I’m letting you be,
Even though everyone in the building has a problem with you being here.
And that short girl over there,
The one who hugs her male friends and kisses them on the cheek.
How incredibly inappropriate!
I want photocopies of your IDs.
I don’t care if she’s your sister.
Look here, I want photocopies of the men’s IDs as well.
I’m not just the doorman here, by the way, I work with the security guards too.
Yes, I’m a police informant, and I need to know the comings and goings of everyone who lives in this building.
Are you going to bring me those IDs or should I tell Mr. Muhsin to make you leave?
Isn’t it enough that your short friend is always all over men?
We Need the Girls' IDs
2016