I wish I had a cave in the wilderness just for me, some place where I could argue with myself, and with the woman who lives inside me and who’s started using my fingers to express her ideas.
She felt a terrible urge to go to the old house in Ziqaq Al Yasmin. If she just told her family what she’d done, maybe they’d take her in and give her the TLC she needed so badly. Then she realized what a ridiculous thought this was. In your dreams, girl! Who do you think you’re fooling?
The stranger sharing the bench with her said, “I’m Ghazwan Ayed. What’s your name?”
Looking over at him for the first time, she saw a slightly built young man of medium height whose face was adorned by a mop of thick hair, a pair of eyes that dripped with honey, and an exquisitely dimpled chin. She wondered if his m
