Sari Abu Amineh
The Basha was never a coward.
Once, three years earlier, the airplane we were in on our way to Madrid hit some turbulence and dropped more than 200 feet to a hard landing, causing the contents of the overhead bins to come crashing down on us. The Basha kept calm and held his composure. He was the only passenger who didn’t show signs of fright or start screaming and trembling and reciting the Quran, or making the sign of the cross over their chests.
I, on the other hand, shuddered with fear and recited the shahada for my life in a trembling voice.
During the Davos conference he participated in in Switzerland a few years back, he didn’t heed the advice of the conference organizers to wait a while before leaving the auditorium in order to avoid the protestors – men and wom
