نابلس: حبر سامري في نابلس عام 1900

I have a little story to share from before 1955 the year I was forced to get out of Nablus.
The Samaritans had a store downtown and they had a priest to tell fortunes.
The non-suspecting person would go in and is asked a few questions. Like what is your mother's name.
After the converstion he would be directed to a house in the Samaritans neighbourhood.
There was a telephone at the store and in the house and soon as he steps the fortune teller would repeat the info he just fed the store. Your mother is Jameeleh which he had just told the store:(