Samah Shahadeh
Fawaz started receiving visitors I had never seen before. I happened upon them a number of times while sitting on the second-floor balcony as they were leaving their cars and drivers and entering our house through the garden on their way to Fawaz’s office.
They were men dressed in fine suits, seemingly preoccupied with important matters. Their faces were indecipherable. Each time they came they would meet with Fawaz for an hour or more and then leave, with the same faces and same expressions. There were seven of them in total.
I noticed that Sari was always away whenever they came around. In fact, those particular men never met with Sari, at least not at our house.
“How come Sari doesn’t join in your meetings with those people?” I asked Fawaz.
He gave me a look of surpr
