The Power of Love

I went to the Jordan Ministry of Labor full of anger/rage at some bureaucratic decision I had just learned of and went there to "demand some answers!". After 9 months of back and forth, I was livid! (Those who know my temper can tell you that I'm no fun to be around when I'm like this). I planned to use all my experience in advocacy and civic rights right then and there and hold people accountable! I first went to a woman who had been my contact there to ask who the manager was. She is a veiled Jordanian who knows very little English. I rely on Moussa to translate. She saw how upset I was (I guess because of my furrowed brow and pursed lips) and she asked me to extend my hand. This is what she wrote. My heart melted, anger left my body, love filled inside instead. The issue was not resolved the way I wanted but at that point, who cared?