"I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father is an Emigrant, I imagined he looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us. Later, after I’d met my father, I tried to believe he’d changed his number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people. Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother" ...dont have words,found this over some random search
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 11:59:16 +0000
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