Samah Shahadeh
I was in the habit of strolling through the garden every morning, to breathe in the fresh air and inspect the trees and the bird cages and the flower beds.
From time to time I would water them with the sprayer attached to the hose.
I found that kind of work gratifying.
After the incident with the bearded man who was driving his car outside our house, I started to feel fearful.
The peace of mind that had permeated our home ever since we built it two decades earlier started to wither away from my life.
The security measures I started noticing didn’t come from nowhere.
Fawaz himself had grown more cautious than before. He perked his ears whenever he heard the sound of a car engine approaching our house. Sometimes he would call the guard or the driver, and speak with him
