That was the thing about kite flying: Your mind drifted with the kite. (Location 826)
For me, America was a place to bury my memories. For Baba, a place to mourn his. (Location 1621)
But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché. (Location 2422)
every day I thank Allah that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan. (Location 2658)
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. (Location 4173)
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night. (Location 4360)
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