UNCLE JAWHAR'S STORIES OF LOVE AND LOSS

Every evening as the sun kissed the horizon in hues of orange and purple, Uncle Jawhar would gather short story his family close. His eyes, sparkling, held a lifetime of memories. He would begin, voice deep, to spin tales of love and loss, each one a precious gem from his past. Some were joyful, filled with the bliss of new love. Others silenced