Sari Abu Amineh
On our way from Amman to Mumbai, at an altitude of 30,000 feet above sea level and after gulping down two glasses of wine, the Basha said, “I told you before, what Uroub said about my having an illegitimate son might be true. Isn’t that enough to make me think the part about my demise might also be true?”
Trying to appease him, I said, “But Basha, she might not have gotten pregnant from you.”
He responded very quickly, “A man who can’t control himself in bed knows the consequences of going all the way with a woman; and it’s even worse for a man who tends to come quickly. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
“Even in this case,” I said, “not every act of intercourse leads to conception. You only slept with her one time as far as I understand it.”
He sighed. “It wa
