“It’s so depressing Roba,” she said. “You turn on the news, and you can’t tell anymore. Iraq? Lebanon? Palestine? It all looks the same- ravaged destruction. I can’t take it anymore.”
I nodded my head sadly and turned to look at the amazingly peaceful view of Amman at sunset from the balcony of Wild Jordan, the Jordanian flag hovering in the horizon.
“It was terrible,” she continues. “It happened too fast. I literally packed only 2 shirts and a pair of jeans, I don’t have anything with me. I mean, can you imagine packing when you can hear the bombs falling around you? Boom, boom, boom. Ahhh, Roba! It is all too horrible. And look at me now! I’m a refugee! Again! Can you believe it? We were kicked out of Palestine, and now we are kicked out of Lebanon. I mean, wasn’t Palestine enough?! We got kicked out of two countries in less than half a century, by the same people! By Israel! How I hate them! Oh, my God. I’m still in shock. I can’t believe this is happening. Everything happened too fast. Everything happened too fast. What do I do with my life now?”
I just nodded, staring steadily at the speckles of light that shone like jewels on the mountain across.