MY VERY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD ... screams the link.
I click it.
Is this what I think it is? It has to be.
The server is a bit slow.
Why am I doing this in the first place?
If this is what I think it is, then I would probably feel so bad that I would cry.
No.. I WILL cry. It cannot go otherwise.
Then I'd share my sadness with Samar over the phone. I would even send Nawras an email telling him about the heartbreaking experience I had.
The page is opening.
Say this is not what I think it is. I would probably just shrug it off and laugh at my "bad intentions".
Then I would probably call Samar and tell her about how silly I was for having that thought. We'd laugh about it. But again we would think aloud of how ugly it could have been had my assumptions been right.
I would not email Nawras about it. It's not worth it. Such a non-shocking event would be the least of concerns for someone like Nawras.
The page finally opens.
I was right afterall...
She does like a place that I cannot be at.
The girl that speaks of her life lessons; broken pipes and silver bracelets.
She has a happy blog.
She does not draw cartoons.
I have a cartoon "cooking" in my scanner because I was taken by her blog ID that I stumbled upon. I just could not resist discovering "her".
I get amazed on how I just used the word "resist" while talking about an Isreali without having it implying acts of resistance and struggle for existence.
Here it is ... HER very favorite place in the world.
She calls it Hebron.
I call it Al-Khaleel.
I stare at the screen.
.. Why am I not crying?