"She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man."
[beer/whiskey instead of wine.] (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
Not everything is lost."