A Daughter’s Essay

More than ten years ago, when my daughter was fifteen, she entered a writing contest. This is an excerpt from her entry:What Ramadan Means to MeThe abandoned soccer field is silent and empty except for a small crowd of children scrutinizing the horizon.  A few eager men and women stand a small distance away clutching binoculars in their gloved hands. A joyful shout arises suddenly from the shivering crowd of children.  “I found it! I found it!” exclaims an excited child and a finger poin … [Read more...]


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