Samah Shahadeh
I never liked politics, and I got fed up with what they labeled the “Arab Spring.”
My father, too, was quite agitated by what was happening.
I liked the description he gave to Fawaz one evening. “In every person’s heart,” he said, “there is a secret and an innate being. What’s happening in our Arab world is that this being has broken free of his chains and burst onto the world ready to kill and smash and destroy whatever is in its path, with the savage brutality of a Hollywood horror movie.”
And when Fawaz asked him if this being was ever going to stop, he said, “Absolutely not. There is nothing indicating it is possible for him to return to his hiding place. At least not in the foreseeable future.”
As far as Fawaz was concerned, all that mattered was the effect the sit
