Shifa Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to Shifa Pharmacy's dimly lit parking lot. As he got out of his car, he noticed something peculiar: the neon sign above the entrance seemed to flicker between English and Arabic letters. Curious, he approached the door, only to hear a soft voice from inside say ‘Medicine for who?’ Startled, he knocked gently, and an old man in a lab coat opened it, smiling warmly. ‘Ah, you’re here for your usual,’ he said, handing over a brown paper bag filled with familiar pills. The delivery driver nodded, mumbling thanks, but couldn’t help asking, ‘How do you know what I need?’ The pharmacist winked, replying, ‘It’s my secret recipe.’

2. Late one night, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to Shifa Pharmacy’s dimly lit parking lot. ‘Finally!’ he muttered, checking his watch for the umpteenth time. But as he approached the counter, he noticed something peculiar—an old man in a tweed jacket was whispering into a bottle of cough syrup. The delivery driver cleared his throat nervously and asked what the old man was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Just making sure my flu doesn't get any worse.' The pharmacist laughed and said, 'Sir, you're talking to a bottle of cold medicine!' Turns out, it was just another late-night customer enjoying a bit of local color.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shifa Pharmacy’s dimly lit parking lot. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small dog was barking furiously inside the pharmacy’s open door. The delivery driver cautiously approached the counter and called out, ‘Hello? Anybody here?’ Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the shelves, rubbing his eyes and muttering, ‘Finally someone to talk to! I thought that dog was never going to shut up.’ The neighbor nodded towards the counter, where a bowl of water and some treats sat next to a sign reading: “Shifa Pharmacy—Open 24/7 for your pets’ needs.”

4. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to Shifa Pharmacy’s dimly lit parking lot. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the counter, wondering if he’d made the right stop. ‘Good morning,’ said an old man behind the counter with half-opened eyes. ‘Need some insulin or Viagra?’ asked the delivery guy, blushing. ‘Both!’ replied the pharmacist, yawning and stretching. The driver left, shaking his head, thinking, ‘That place is definitely open twenty-four hours for a reason.’