A Deep-sworn Vow

"Two Iraqi sisters work the desk. Petit girls with golden skin, strong noses, flashing eyes, and dark hair streaked with blonde. Hour glassed shape and smelling of flowers. It's the only good part about standing in line, this momentary contact with beauty in this other wise drab place. I like watching them move, how their hands hold pens, they way they walk, and their quick rapid fire bursts of conversation. They seem to embody all things exotic any mysterious about the Middle East, as if by talking to them I could learn about this strange land and culture that fascinates and repels me."
This is Your War