Non-Fiction

The roots of a dysfunctional family are deeper than unhealthy thinking; they are steel wire cords.

Poor Dad was completely booked. So, I took it upon myself to become a professional, certified rock hunter…

And yet, now, as I stood with him I found myself clawing for words, searching for something to say…

I have a support group made up of parents who have lost a child to suicide. We all want to know WHY…

He washes under cold water and his sins clog the drain. Blocks of black bakhoor burn by the mirror filling the bathroom with the scent of the Kaaba.

Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.

Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..

I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me…

I can’t do this. I can’t parent without him. I can’t hold this family together. I am failing them. I am failing everyone.