Samah Shahadeh
Fawaz returned from Mumbai. His driver brought him home from the airport. The sun was yearning to set.
Whenever Fawaz returned from his travels I got the feeling something about our life was going to change.
Despite the long hug he gave me, I didn’t feel the intimacy I was used to feeling when he came back from a trip. I felt he was merely performing a duty. It was a cold hug and I didn’t feel the usual embrace of our souls.
In the days that followed, I noticed he was different. He was much quieter and contemplative. He no longer laughed boisterously. He didn’t eat like he did before; he was satisfied with a few greens and he told me he no longer liked meat or chicken. He started spending a lot more time in his office, away from me.
I called Sari’s wife, Rasha, who was
