What used to be The Typical Late Night Snack
Sweet, but only for an hour or so, and then ugh!
Above is Ali. He was the go to guy for all of my favorite snack or as I am used to calling: Nosh!
Nosh. Ice Cream, cookies, pretzels, reese's, snickers, yum yum, that was always my typical late night snack and I always had an excuse for them. Some of my favorite excuses were:
I am traveling and the nosh will keep me company.
I just accomplished something great so the snacks will help me celebrate.
I just failed miserably and have anxiety, so the nosh will help take away the anxiety.
I feel depressed, so the nosh is now going to lift me out of my depression.
I feel depressed, the nosh will not lift me out cause I am way too deep in the pit, but at least it is something. At least there is a bright yellow bag filled with M&M's which will make me feel better for a few minutes, until I start feeling gross, which is sure to happen.
So tonight, I happened to be downstairs in the market and my friend Ali said to me:
“Hashi Mashi, how come you don't buy your snacks anymore?”
“Ali, my dear brother, I have not had even one of these snacks for almost six months! This friday will be six months!”
Ali was shocked. He knew that I have been changing over the last six months, but had no clue how much because he had not seen the before and after photos, and he was also not aware of how long I had not had even one snack, even one cookie, even one oreo, Oh , my Oreos!
Generally, Ali and I speak to each other in Arabic, Hebrew and English. Ali is my Arabic teacher and I in turn teach him Hebrew, but I am not a native Hebrew speaker like Ali, who is a native speaker of Arabic. We have both been shocked by how similar the languages are! The alphabet and many many words are the same.
Here is a picture of Ali! Good guy!
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