“Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.” — 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 Image
“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 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 he grows;… — 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 our desperation… — 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 him. But… — 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 only to… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“From cradle to grave, Talal sprinted through life. I never did see a life extinguished so abruptly.” — 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 broken voices… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
