By Amal Al Sahlawi
Translated from the Arabic by Salma Harland
Who could ever surpass a strong woman in choosing her battles and ways of survival, in all her honest contradictions, in making the most mundane of days absolutely wondrous, in her ability to forgive someone utterly and wholly who had hurt her for years on end only so she could sleep with a clear conscience? I never truly understood how a woman could shower everything she meets with pure, unadulterated love until I saw a lady who had just miscarried a faceless embryo. She was bereaved, like someone who had just lost an entire tribe.
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