Fortune Telling



Do you believe in fortune telling, do you go see some one to read your coffee cup, or spread the sea shells ( wada3)

Well, I have this habit of flipping my first morning coffee cup in the office. Not that I know how to read future, but I just do it. And the funny thing is that every person that drops in my office asks ’bout it and I tell them I just do it as a habit.

So the guest tents to show me his know how and offers to read it… waw, I say, make my day.

Some times I have more than one guest reading the same cup (at different timings of course) and I end up with three different versions, each one contradicting the other.

And you wana know a secret; some of these quests are VIP’s who drop in for serious business matters.

This reminds me of a personal story that happened when I was a student in UT, USA.

We were asked by the administrators of the university to participate in “The International Student’s day” by designing a booth that reflected the culture and heritage of our home country. And since the Arabs in the university (at the time) hardly counted to a dozen, we decided to have one booth for the Arabs and called it the Arabian night.

We managed to put together a tent, and a (dowa), and a (dallah). And some posters were scattered here and there. Girls wore (dara3a and thoob), guys wore (dishdasha), some Palestinian girls wore their Palestinian national outfits, and that was it.

But when the exhibition started we were astonished to find out that all the other booths were much nicer, and more sophisticated than ours, and people crowded on other booths while our booth was hardly visited if not, by some lost wayfarer who dropped in to have a cup of coffee.

And since the university was offering the best booth a trophy, and this was calculated by the approximate head count on each booth, we had to come up with something quickly before the day was over.

It was then when a friend of mine (another q8i) and I, thought of the wonder world of fortune telling that no one else have thought of.

And who was to do the fortune telling? Me.

I have never done that in my life, and did not know how to do it, but I have heard about some basic concepts of sea shell spreading ( wada3) so I thought I’d give it a try since no one else was ready to take the burden.

So we managed to post a sign on the tent with the caption( fortune telling, the Arabian way) with a huge arrow pointing to me sitting crossed legs on the ground with sea shells scattered in front of me.

In no time the booth got crowded with people that in the middle of December I started sweating and asked every one to queue up. The queue was getting longer and longer; it even reached the door of the stadium where the exhibition took place and I don’t know where it ended outside.

I gave each person 10 min only and was panting by the time the day ended.

The funny thing is that they all believed my rubbish, to the point that I started believing myself.

Not mentioning the reputation I got afterwards, and the people who came to see me and beg me to foretell for them.

And ah….. of course we got the trophy.

Ching ching

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