Street Prophets

The following conversation took place yesterday when I was using the ATM:

Child seller/beggar: Ya khalto ya khalto ishtari menni… (Please please buy something from me)
Tololy: La shokran. (No thanks)
Child seller/beggar: Allah yjawwzek, ya rab tetjawwazi… (I pray that you get married!)
Tololy: Ma beddi atjawwaz. (I don’t want to get married)
Child seller/beggar disappears.
Woman passing by: ?!?

And two days ago when I was backing up with my car, a gypsy man jumped on my driver’s window, stretching his arm in front of my face with a small booklet the size of a matchbox:

Gypsy seller: Fi b 7ayatek zeyara la qabr el nabi, qareeban. (You will visit the prophet’s tomb soon)
Tololy: Huh?
Gypsy seller waving small booklet in my face: Zeyara la qabr el nabi, inshallah. (You will visit the prophet soon)
Tololy: Ma3lish tzee7 la2ini msakkreh el share3 o beddi aroo7? (Can you please move out of my way?)
Gypsy seller: Ana shayef zeyara lal nabi, bas fi 7asad. Fi 7ASAD o 3een! (I see a visit to the prophet but there is an evil eye set on you)
Tololy: Ah Mashi. Tb zee7. (Right. Now move away.)

Then I stepped on it with his arm still hanging inside my car and him trying to keep up, but he eventually disappeared as well. Amman is now full of street prophets, and this is how they spread their religions.