Abu Ibrahim
It has been a long timesince Grandpa Abu Ibrahim passed away.His fading image haunts me from time to time: A native of the holy land, dark-skinned, broad-lined forehead, hair invaded by age, youth’s black edges neatly combed backwards, not very thick, skin like a desert covered by zig-zag lines of bare sand, liquid eyes as green as virgin olives not ripe for…



