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

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

How can one find the first moment of love? When, in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?

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

Always" is a good word to believe in.

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

The land and everything on it can be taken away, but no one can take away your knowledge or the degrees you earn