Al Furqan

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet aisles of Al Furqan Supermarket, an old man often pushed his shopping cart with deliberate slowness. One day, a little boy trailing behind him noticed something peculiar—every time they passed the spice section, the family dog would perk up its ears and start wagging its tail. Finally, as they approached the checkout counter, the boy asked the old man, ‘Grandpa, why does your dog always act funny around that spice section?’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘Oh, he’s not my dog—he works here.’

2. In the dusty corners of Al Furqan Supermarket, a delivery driver once found something peculiar in a box of spices—an ancient coin, glinting like gold but bearing no familiar markings. The delivery driver showed it to his curious neighbor who happened to be an amateur numismatist. Turned out it was just an old brass piece from some obscure local mint, worth nothing more than its weight in iron. But every time someone mentions ‘ancient coins,’ they now joke that maybe Al Furqan hides them on purpose—to keep customers coming back for another look.

3. At night, when Al Furqan supermarket closed its doors, a neighborhood cat would mysteriously appear in the produce section. Its curious gaze lingered over the fruits and vegetables as if searching for something unusual. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat sitting on top of the bananas, balancing precariously. He tried shooing it away, but every time he moved, the cat gracefully followed him around the aisles. Finally, an elderly neighbor chimed in, ‘Oh, that’s just Fatima—she loves her bananas!’ The next day, someone left a bunch of bananas outside the store with a note: “For our furry friend.”

4. Late one night, as the last rays of sunset faded outside, a delivery driver pulled up to Al Furqan Supermarket. The loading dock was empty except for a lone box that seemed to move on its own. Curious, he approached it, only to see an old carton of milk wobbling slightly. With a laugh, he picked it up and placed it back in line with the others. As he turned around, he noticed a familiar face smiling from behind the counter—his next-door neighbor, who had just finished her shift there. ‘Hey,’ she said, “looks like you’ve been working late too!” He grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Just another day at the supermarket.’