Chapter 1 July 2006 : It was by far,the hottest summer since I arrived in Lebanon, twenty years ago. Sweat beads started to pop up on my forearms and stain myabaya as I kneaded the dough for the spinach sfeeha patties. Soon, the stfling heat and the patties baking in the oven would turn the kitchen into a steaming sauna. The next day,the 13th, was Yusuf’s birthday. My son was turning seventeen.His best friends,Sayeed, Mohamed and Ahmed, had come over two nights ago. They were planning to go down to Tyre, late in the afternoon, and hang out at Al Jawad seafront café, famous for its sharwarma sandwiches. “Mom, have you washed my blue jeans ?” “ Where’s my yellow t-shirt ?” he yelled out excitedly, rummaging through his cupboard. “ I wish you could remain a little boy and never grow up”, I told him playfully. He gave…
Friday the 25thof April 1992 was unique for two reasons; the fact it was the day after Chris’ 12th birthday was just one of…
The Davidson family was what some would call white trash and they knew it. They were aware of the stigma that came with their…
The small boy waited for his father to return home. He hung around the wide gate, leading to a massive compound with their house…
‘What do you excel at ?’ I asked her one day in idle curiosity as I lounged in my chair outside, waiting for the…
There was this assignment at the Refinery in Golaghat district in upper Assam and I looked forward to the pleasure of a road trip…
He died at the age of eighteen, my disabled older brother.Yes, he was free from the cursed life he was given. Yet he was…
I have been living in the suburbs of Corpus Christi, Texas, for about six weeks now. It has been a culture shock: the transplantation…
Cascading down through the years like a beautiful ribbon marking the pages of my life, our friendship spanned far longer than our two lifetimes…
