On Shaberaat, when we offer prayers at night for those who have passed on, I remembered my grandmother’s kitchen.‘Get up,' said Ammi.‘Ammi, no…please let me sleep some more,’ I pleaded...

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“I re-read your letter concerning your great-great-grandmother, ” Sam said. He was standing, tall and slender and aged, his balding pate gleaming white under the museum-style track-lighting that hung above...

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