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 grandchildren close. His eyes, sparkling, held a lifetime of stories. He would begin, voice deep, to spin accounts of love and loss, each one a precious gem from his past. Some were heartwarming, filled with the bliss of new affection. Others sad