The Replay

If you like getting into a tomb is possibly because you love hilarious stuff in life like the Bermuda triangle, the hanging walls of Babylon etc. My husband and I love going for walks and last week we were in Israel taking pictures when strange things started happening. In the cold, misty paths of Amman all sorts of scents came from the bakeries and the sweet smell of bread found its way to our conscience and all we could is find the shop selling bread. We loved the whole experience and one of the best parts was that we had a chance of flying back home with the recipes used to make their bread. The synagogues had all sorts of music coming from it and I wanted to learn the "Ave Maria" song... it was my soul's serenade as it whisked my mind away to a land I have never been before.



My husband noticed I seemed to be in another world when he kissed on the lip and said, "Honey, I did not know that you were quite spiritual." He lost me there, because I do not go to church and then he said, "You sang "ave Maria" quite well..." Now, he lost me for sure, he even told me he did not know I sing and the truth is that I do not even sing for anything for anyone. He looked at me and saw I seemed lost. Anyway, my day was going to become more interesting when we heard a young woman fighting with someone one outside.



"How comes it is all about what you want?" asked the young woman.

"Well, I thought you liked getting all the girls in your little get-together whatever as I hang out with my guys!" answered the man

"No, you like fighting a lot about my ways of doing things and the last thing I need is you passing blame on me!" said the young lady

"I did not say you should not have a great time... I said I should as well have a great time ..."



They argued for a long time and the harder they argued the more silent we became... at some point I did not whether to leave the place or tell my husband the real truth. Then we thought of doing what we should have done before and thought of calming the couple down and even shared our experience with them. Sadly, they were walking away, so we started running after them asking them to stop for a while but they looked back and it was a couple in late 30's. We started telling them that we heard their fight outside and we started explaining that it was like what we used to do but we all need to remember that we are all human beings. The more we spoke they nodded their heads and continued smiling. After we were through with the conversation the man placed his hand on our heads and said, "Shalom..." then they walked away speaking in Hebrew.



Yes, my man and I thought we heard a couple fighting in English and not in Hebrew. Then we went back to our guest room where an old friend hosted us and we felt so much warmth in that home. The widower had grown to love the town and Dr. Marduk Gerishom had all the traditional Jew delicacies prepared for Dinner. We ate and I almost licked the plate when I noticed my husband stopped eating and was looking at me with his hands on his head. Well, my mouth was quite oily but chose to pick a serviette and wiped my mouth and hands nervously, at the same time feeling very humiliated. Finally managed to say thanks to Dr. Gerishom for hosting us. We excused ourselves, then in the morning I heard a woman shouting, "I will KILL YOUR CHILD, Why lie?" and everything started coming back to me, the conversation I heard the previous day was like the one I had with my first boyfriend and because he left me pregnant with his child I vowed to do an abortion, ... no no no I did not kill anything ... it was a bad thing to think of that ... I will never have kids ... I did things ... I told the abortionist to stop the medical procedure but it was too late.. so it was not my fault it was Harold's.