Sometimes, at night, the dirt outside turns into a beautiful ocean
I put the shell to my ear and listen again, real hard. I’m pretty sure I can hear just the whisper of my ba’s voice in there.
I think of the different I feel when Jimmie is here. Like someone is really seeing me, really listening”.
Subhi’s optimism and belief that he will “Someday” be with his father and his family will be free.
Maa’s tarana songs provide comfort for Subhi and other detainees “If we all sing together, our song can light up the dark”
I do it just like Nasir taught me. I hold that pebble in my hand and think of the happiest thought I can.