Thus, she prayed in both rites, Christian and Muslim for her Christian (both Orthodox and Catholic), Muslim and Buddhist loved ones and for all the girls back home in Bucharest who eagerly wished to become mothers as soon as possible.
Oh, what a morning!
I woke up in a flower explosion.
The “future“ is knocking on my door.
Knock-knock-knocking on the heavenly Rose’s door.
“Jdo, jdo… where are you?” Mariam called her grandpa and ran on the stairs of the beyt al 3arabi in a heartbit to reach and embrace him.
The sunrays of our Damascene sacred sun were shedding their warmth into our traditional Arabic house. The fountain was springing its water amidst the petals of roses.