Childhood is like a tattoo made with the milk of a nursing mother. Once etched into the skin, it never leaves for the rest of your life. Whatever is experienced in childhood is deeply etched into our minds and hearts.
Whatever is ordinary and unimportant to a seventy-year-old child takes up a huge place in his or her world.
A slap for no apparent reason, a harsh look, an unanswered question, a skirt that doesn't sew, a baby with blond hair that isn't taken, a tricycle or a heartfelt call to prayer for Eid heard without a mother or father...
In short, fatherlessness, and especially motherlessness, is difficult, very difficult…