“It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“I watched life and death unfold like a dance on the side of that road. My son was born with a bloodstained… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts,… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“That's when it hit me; my sunglasses were buried in the grave where my Talal lay. Yes, my sunglasses were buried with… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“I wish I had lost an arm or a leg. It would have been much easier than losing a part of my… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“From cradle to grave, Talal sprinted through life. I never did see a life extinguished so abruptly.” — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“I feel like my life is made up of tiny puzzle parts that no longer fit together. Imagine working on a puzzle… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“I don't think I ever fully understood before now the old saying that goes: "A mother's heart loves her young one until… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“Grief is shameless; it refuses to be ignored. If you let it have its way, it becomes fatal. If you try to… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“Grief is shameless; it refuses to be ignored. If you let it have its way, it becomes fatal. If you try to remove it… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“I watched life and death unfold like a dance on the side of that road. My son was born with a bloodstained face and… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“I don't think I ever fully understood before now the old saying that goes: "A mother's heart loves her young one until he grows;… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“That's when it hit me; my sunglasses were buried in the grave where my Talal lay. Yes, my sunglasses were buried with him. But… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“I feel like my life is made up of tiny puzzle parts that no longer fit together. Imagine working on a puzzle only to… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“I wish I had lost an arm or a leg. It would have been much easier than losing a part of my heart, which… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“I could only liken it to the strength of a wheat stalk, which when struck by a storm, bends to the ground, but does… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“From cradle to grave, Talal sprinted through life. I never did see a life extinguished so abruptly.” — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
“The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share
