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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I'm using public transportation when all of the sudden one of my shoes falls off my foot. Someone offers to pick it up for me but when they try to reach for the shoe it gets off the bus. I go ask the driver to let me out but he is accelerating. After a few blocks the bus stops and I get out. On the street I run back to pick up my shoe, when I see it I try to get it but it's in the middle of the road and cars are coming. When the opportunity comes I run to get it and then walk back to the side walk where I sit to tie my shoes. Next thing I'm in a room and a couple of women are there. They tell me something as I finish tying my shoes; I cross the laces around my ankles to make sure they won't fall off again. Once again on the street I take off running towards the direction where I got off of the bus but after a few steps I feel my shoes are loose so I stop to rearrange them. I come up with the idea of putting paper inside them so they hold still. I sit outside a business to fix my shoes when all of the sudden I see a friend I haven't seen in a long time. He is wearing dark pants and a jacket, he looks casual not the way I ever saw him. He gets out of view when I hear someone calling me from behind. They ask me to pull down a business door. I look up at the door and realize I can't reach it. I jump to try to try to reach the door but I can't make it. My friends shows up again and this time he is wearing a dark suit. He makes a signal to me and this time I see the door is within my reach, I grabbed it and pull it down. We're on the street again. I ask my what has happened to him as no one knows about his whereabouts. Hesitant I tell me friend I thought he was dead to which he replies he is indeed. He tells me something and all I can remember is he mentions something that came in threes. Then I woke up.

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