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That Morning

It was morning. Webster had announced 'the word of the year' for 2016. A single word caught in a swift glance at my phone screen was to sum up what ensued in the early hours of that day; 'Surreal'.  Sleep had been dodging my eyes like a vibrant fly, an ominous swatter in the sweaty hands of a frustrated insomniac.  All I had captured since the second Mother informed me, in her usual neutral tone, that you were going to have your skull broken into at 8:00AM on Monday, were harrowing visions of a misguided neurosurgeon’s scalpel missing its mark. You are seated, as Mother described you would be, sedated, and an angry man with every intent on killing his time, is digging into the back of your brain to extract the source of his anxiety.  Images of happy faces; your happy face, over a blurred Skype session reassuring me, “all went well” collided with darker scenes of relatives coming up with insane scenarios as to why I could not talk to you there and then. I guess th
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"I know what that means!" he remarked, with a hint of excitment. "It says 'Allah'. " I explained. "Yeah! Aalaa !". I wasn't going to argue with a security guard at BWI over the correct pronounciation of the Arabic word. We were in the in the 'High Security' line. "I know why they placed me here," said the lady before me. "It happens every time I don't check in any luggage"... "Well," I replied, "It happens every time they read my name." She gave me a quizzical look. The New Zealanders behind me looked at me. "Do we really have to take off our shoes now?"... "You're better off taking them off now than later." I felt I owed them more explanation. "This is for our security, you know. It's better to be safe than sorry"...I wanted to add, especially with the elections approaching...but I bit my tongue... "So why do you wear it?" I turned to the almost
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' I 'm sick of hearing about this. I am hopeless.' His Palestinian eyes glistened, a hazel gleam in them. He looked 'sick of this!' He lived on Nuzha Street, in Ramallah. The long street knew Sunday walks to church every morning; people adorned in their 'haut-couture', according to the Greek Orthodox ritual. This Armenian family made the best chocolate in town. Everyone could taste it at the mention of their name. Across from their villa was a tall and lonely minaret that tried to be part of the Christian culture around, and was in turn warmly embraced as a 'half-equal'. The fugitive was wantonly wanted. The Israeli German Shepherd knew no mercy. Not that the dog did not like humans. It was taught to hate 'human or not so human-like' Arabs. It bore its heavy cameras with an ostentatiousness worthy of only the best of its breed. It never questioned their purpose. Suicide Dog. Oblivious to the destiny it was trained for...It had to
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