I want to tell where the title of the book comes from…….
4/22/02 Euphrates Village - Jazirat
Her daughter was a beautiful dreamer, her son a playful trickster, and she a hard shelled, soft bellied woman whose life was trial and acceptance, work, survival and wisdom.The daughter squatted on the banks of the great river and the son held the nose of our boat fast in the eddying current of the great Euphrates river while she asked us questions and stared, smoking her fat, hand rolled cigarette, her eyes glittering her delight at having found us. While we felt even more so the exquisite treasure of our unlikely meeting. Two worlds, one heart, it was obvious. When the questions had been exhausted, from where have you come and where are you going and from where did this red boat come and what do you eat and where will you sleep and how many children do you have and do you love Syria?, then we said our farewells and he pushed us firmly out to the belly of the current and we began to move. When we turned to wave our goodbyes, our God-be-with-you's, she was tugging on her finger. In one strong and gracious move she removed her ring, looked me straight through with command and tossed the ring in a graceful arc directly to me, shouting out, tZakarini!! Remember me!! The current carried us swiftly away. The warmth of her hand now in mine. تذكريني tZakarini!! Remember me!! تذكريني