Published: 24 April 2020
Last updated: 4 March 2024
IN AUGUST LAST YEAR, I packed my bags for a one-year fellowship at Harvard University to work on my one-woman comedy show called Coexistence My Ass.
My year in the United States was going extremely well. I performed all over the country alongside renowned Iranian-American comedian Maz Jobrani. I was set to premiere my show this coming May at the Kennedy Centre, one of the most prominent performing arts spaces in America.
But then the new coronavirus broke out, and it changed my life — all our lives — forever.
My inbox began looking like a cancellation festival, and the president of the university announced that the campus was shutting down. I knew I had to make a decision: do I stay in Boston, or fly back home to Israel-Palestine? I chose to take the risk and go home, to be close to my family, even if it meant I would have to be quarantined for two weeks upon my return.
I believed if I were careful enough, I could avoid catching the coronavirus along the way. I was so wrong.
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