It feels like it has been a very long time, too much waiting. (I am always saying too in English when I mean so.) And I am about to leave, but then the girl comes back. She has a tray full of shawarma falafel hummus pickles olives fresh bread. My mouth waters and then I see at the end of the tray, there is a small metal teapot and it looks exactly like the one Auntie Amal used to pour us our tea during asroneyeh.
