In ten minutes, I will leave for Maghrar, the village ten minutes down the hill to attend the women's party of my friend Mohammads son Kamal.
I debated whether to attend or not, until about an hour ago. It is so close, yet so far. I have been sequestered in my hill village for the entire week, and have not gone out once, if only to deliver Matthias, my German guest, to the bus station after last weekend.
The inner voice says: "Go. Being with the women will give you strength and it will inspire you".
My neighbors Hava and Aviva will join me.
I'll fill you in later on how it was.