Daddy yelled and Mommy cried and new dresses appeared. A pattern my young heart vowed to break. Chose a man, reticent in nature, pursued a
Mother said: “Look after your sister!” What she meant was: Take these burdens off my shoulders, I am no longer able to cope. Father said: “Do
What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity?
I hold a photo of my father – on that last Remembrance Day – am awed by the person we never knew. Just fifteen, he
Our roots are spreading, the umbrella of our tree broadening – Muslims now amongst our beloveds a progression, nurtured by a Divine plan – trees
Freedom is four hundred and fifty square feet of moveable tin, wheeling down the highway, destination unknown. It is long walks through exotic forests, where