Sometimes when I’m in the midst of a roaring, thunderous, straight from the gut laugh, I pause and look around. I’m taken aback at that exact moment because it’s not my laugh I hear–it’s the echo of my own mother’s sound of amusement. And when it happens, I transcend time, going to a place back…
Even After Death, This Mother Continued Providing Lessons to Her Daughter Through Dreams
By Maysoon Khatib