(All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadness)

Like many a modern parent, I had no clear notion of how to help my most troubled child.

I've often observed that women can be the weakest link in women's rights.

Poverty can turn a person into a flaming torch for change and revolution, without which mankind would come to a standstill.

Where were the peacekeepers? Where was the UN? Why was the entire world ignoring Saddam's attack upon his own people? Were we Kurds considered so unworthy, so disposable? I longed to stand at the top of the mountain and shout out, Where are you, world? Where are you ?