UNCLE JAWHAR'S NARRATIVES OF LOVE AND LOSS

Every evening as the sun kissed the horizon in hues of orange and purple, Uncle Jawhar would gather his family close. His eyes, twinkling, held a lifetime of memories. He would begin, voice deep, to spin accounts of love and loss, each one a precious gem from his past. Some were sweet, filled with the delight of new romance. Others choked the air,