UNCLE JAWHAR'S NARRATIVES OF LOVE AND LOSS

Every evening as the sun kissed the horizon in hues of orange and purple, Uncle Jawhar would gather his nieces close. His eyes, sparkling, held a lifetime of experiences. He would begin, voice deep, to spin tales of love and loss, each one a valuable gem from his past. Some were joyful, filled with the bliss of new romance. Others saddened the air,