A Handshake to Remember

As I neared the hall, we crossed over a plush carpeted area in the hotel with the quietest of feet. The room took on a hushed tone of formality. My heart beat faster. In the next room, I’d come face-to-face (rather, hand-to-hand) with the Sheikh.

In a matter of minutes, I’d be on the hallowed tile facing a line of Very Important Men in silk robes.
The line moved faster and faster.
I inched forward.

Stayed in line.

I kept my eyes on the entourage.

I didn’t want to miss a second of this experience.
My heart was pounding so loud I thought everyone could hear i t.
Soon. It would be my turn to shake the Sheikh’s hand.