Understanding Mobsession
As is my habit, I arrived too early for my departing flight. That day in particular I anguished over boarding another long haul aircraft to somewhere dreading spending several hours alone. Going through security, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. She said, “Khaled”, with a beaming smile. I remembered her instantly with her distinctive reddish hair. It had been decades since I’d seen her last, but I remembered her from college, my sister’s friend. She asked me where I was
