“I don't think I ever fully understood before now the old saying that goes: "A mother's heart loves her young one until he grows; her ill one until he heals; and her traveler until he returns." I have experienced all kinds of waiting; I've waited for my young to grow and the sick to heal, but I am still waiting on my little traveler and I do not know how long it will be until I see him again.” LoveLifePainDeathMotherSufferingMissingMotherhoodMissing SomeoneLebanonAccidentBeirutArabMiddle Eastern Book:Crossing Source: Crossing
“That's when it hit me; my sunglasses were buried in the grave where my Talal lay. Yes, my sunglasses were buried with him. But oh, how I wish my eyes had gone with him instead.” LoveLifePainDeathMotherSufferingMotherhoodEyesLebanonBeirutArabMiddle Eastern Book:Crossing Source: Crossing