Death is never an easy thing, for anyone really. Whether you were beside your loved one’s side every minute of the way, or a thousand miles away, the pain hits you just as hard no matter where you are geographically.
Maya Angelou’s poem, “Still I Rise” written in 1978 has served as a call for women to find strength within themselves to overcome oppression, violence, and intolerance. We will rise.
Every shawerma you eat for the rest of your life will be compared to the first impeccable shawerma you had in Saudi.
Trust The Happy Travellers.