Time of Death 10:15

I hung up, not knowing what to say. I sent an email to a co-worker reassigning our meeting with someone else. I left a note to an other co-worker and told the rest that I have to leave on an urgent basis.

In the elevator, I examined my reflection in the mirror; fixed my sheila, and checked my teeth.
On my way to the car I took a glimpse towards the driver's seat. He was on the phone, he was breathing heavily and his tears were already rolling. Someone already told him. I sighed in relief, I didn't want to be the one to tell him, or anyone else for that matter.

When will I have to be back to work? What should I be wearing? Will it be OK for me to wear make-up? I guess foundation and kohl will be acceptable.. whatever happened to that Kuwaiti blogger who wrote something about Jakie Kennedy ? Now she knew how to blog. Did she say it was acceptable or not? Maybe drop the kohl, just foundation and lots of concealer, I am sure I will look awful from all the crying. But Hanan you are not crying, why are you not crying yet? Does it have to do with the antidepressants you're taking? Or is this what you have grown to be; a cold hearted person void of all emotions? My phone rang, " Hanan, is everything OK?" "I wont be able to come to work for a few days, It's an emergency" " What is it? Are you OK" "My.. my.. my grandmother passed away". The moment the words came out my lips, uncontrollable burning tears rushed down my cheeks. They were tears of grief over the loss of my grandma, mixed with tears of joy that after all I am a human.