Misconceptions

How do you meet up with a killer?

How did Abigail meet up with a killer? She woke up that morning. Brushed her teeth. Took a shower. Dressed up. Ate her favorite cereals and went off to meet a killer.

All the way to the meeting point, her mind was working relentlessly, thinking about the meet up and going through possible exit ways or horror scenarios, in which she won't get it to the way out of the building. Traffic was bad this morning and Abigail's brain was working overtime. She was seriously considering giving up on the meeting. At that moment, she was not only meeting with a killer, but a cold blooded terrorist who can kill with his own bare hands without a blink of an eye, only because of her roots and because of the land she was born and has been living in.

She was terrified. She was shaking and beads of sweat started dripping from her pores. She couldn't breathe and was sitting in the driving seat thinking over and over on all the fabulous reasons she had when she had first started to plan the meeting.

How do you meet up with a killer?

Ibrahim had the same crippling thoughts on his way to the meeting place. How do I meet up with a killer. How can I face a Zionist who kills children and steal the livelihood out of his people. How can I meet someone who was being breastfed with hatred and wanted me dead on the spot.

How do I meet up with a killer, they both thought. Until they have met.

In the meeting they have found out non of them was actually a killer. Non of them wanted to exclude the other person from the face of the earth. They were both people with individual interests. They even had some mutual interests. They could possibly even like each other.

They are not killers. Non of them. Just poor beings being caught in an age of misconceptions.




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