I have died every day in my mind with disgust for not being able to protect my own children.

Isn’t life a collection of weird quizzes with no answers to half the questions?

No great soul, as they say, lives for very long. Because God desperately wants all the great people near him.

Despite progress witnessed elsewhere in the matters of heart, parents in this part of the world hadn’t quite come around to letting their adult offspring choose their lovers.

The worst feeling was helplessness. I'm done being helpless. I need to be on the front line. Few other things can occupy my mind. I can't read books. I can't watch movies. They can't distract me from the hurt.

Helplessness is such a rotten feeling. There's nothing you can do about it. Being helpless is like being paralyzed. It's sickness. The cure calls for a monumental effort to stand up and start walking somewhere, anywhere. But that takes some doing.