I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor
and because I knew my father had emigrated from Syria, I imagined he
looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would
come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us.
Later, after I’d met my father, I tried to believe he’d changed his
number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic
revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people. Read Here
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