I like to believe that I am a “hakawati,” an Arabic word for storyteller, but it carries so much more meaning than just the teller of stories. A “hakawati” is the one who carries our dreams, hopes, and beliefs. So here, you will find those stories that explore my world and its secrets.
She died. I miss her. Only once in all that I remember, I said I loved her. How can I forgive myself?
We spend our lives looking for a person who will accept us. Someone who will love us endlessly even while seeing our darkest secrets. Someone who will reach out to us in the pits of misery, in the shadows of loss, in the tears of disappointment.