Silent Feelings

An Essay about Grief

My sister and my father in Washington, DC, during the 1980s. Photo from author’s collection.

My father did many things during his life that were marvelous and beautiful. He invested his mental energy in elaborate ideas that had no commercial use. A lifelong student of many languages, he wanted to make the Arabic script learnable by anyone, so he dreamed of using cookies in the shape of the letters of the Arabic alphabet.