Bookmart bomb for personal use

“What enrages Elias al-Maqdisi as he sits in the restaurant now is that his new thief has not only seized it, as the English general had done before, but has also completely distorted its identity. He has redesigned the seat cushions, once adorned with the cheerful Galilean peasant embroidery, and replaced the sofas, once inlaid with Akkawi mother-of-peasant, with dull, lifeless wood. The distortion didn’t stop at the decor; he also replaced a Hebrew jazz band with the oriental takht, which used to delight the heart and give the listener space to hum the alayi, the ouaf, the ataba, and the mijana while he stomped on his heels. Although Elias disliked the changes that distorted the memories of his family, who used to eat lunch every Sunday at this venerable restaurant, the settler’s degraded taste served his plan perfectly. “If the sofas hadn’t been rectangular, made of dark, opaque wood like a coffin, he wouldn’t have been able to plant his bomb in them. And if the Hebrew band hadn’t been playing so loudly, its dissonance wouldn’t have been an excellent cover for the ticking of the bomb’s timer, which was surrounded by no fewer than forty members of the Irgun and Stern Gangs, celebrating the success of a massacre they had perpetrated in a small village a few days earlier.”