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

You go first. Go through the door before me. Enter the limousine while I wait by your side. Enter the shops while I stand behind, guarding your back. Sit at the table before me. Please, sample the tastiest morsels while I sit quietly. My desire is that you go first, in every occasion of earthly life. Only once will I go before you, And that will be at my last moment. For when death claims us, you must go last. Because I can't live one second without you.

How true is it that humanity refuses compromise during prosperity, and reaches out for arbitration when weak.

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

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

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 ?

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