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

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

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

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

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 ?