It’s Friday in Nizwa, Oman and the weekly market is underway. Cars covered with a fresh coat of dust squeeze into the gravel parking lot overflowing into the side streets. People flood into the souk to pick up local fruits and vegetables, meats and their weekly shopping. In the far corner of the market is a round, dirt floor pavilion. Noises from the corner crowd float through the alleyways luring you closer to the commotion. As you make your way towards the group, there is a small sea of colorful, flat embroidered caps. Men wearing long flowing white linen robes raising their hands, vying for attention of others who…