My Shrine...
As I was staring out of the window, I noticed the full moon. I remember when I was a child, I associated the full moon with my love for my grandmother. I used to tell her: " Bibi, every time I see the full moon, I see you. You are my moon." I absolutely adored my grandmother. She loved me kindly, warmly, with no strings attached... As benevolently and as gently as the moonlight. So naturally on a full moon, I remember her. As a matter of fact, I remember all my departed ones, members of my family, my great grand parents, my ancestors...Everyone I have ever heard of, even those remotely related to me. Remembering them gives me a sense of continuity...A sense of belonging. And now that Iraq is in pieces, their rememberance is even more of a priority for me. As a matter of fact, I dream of them often, or more like they visit me in my dreams ... rather too often, these days. And true to our traditions, every time they visit me in my dreams, I make it a point to offer food or alms