Under the broken promises of superpowers and under the worlds indifference to spilled Arab blood.

A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.

We're all born with the greatest treasures we'll ever have in life. One of those treasures is your mind, another is your heart.

The roots of our grief coil so deeply into loss that death has cometo live with us like a family member who makes you happy by avoidingyou, but who is still one of the family. Our anger is a rage that Westerners cannot understand. Our sadness can make the stonesweep. And the way we love is no exception

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.