All Good Things Come to an End

One day in December 2000, I received a gift for Eid. My mom had a habit of leaving us little gift bags, filled with board games and books and goodies, by our bedroom doors the night before Eid. As I clutched my blanket with my henna-covered hands, I saw a shadow move outside my door. The next morning as I ripped through my goodies bag, I found the usual