I was just in Egypt visiting my father and family I never see. Despite hardly knowing me, they were incredibly loving.

My haaga had trouble staying awake the night I arrived. She married my grandfather after his first wife passed away. I didn’t even know she was still alive.

The patch on my Uncle Mohsen’s forehead is a result of prayer.

The baby is named Noor, which means light, and is the newest edition to an ever-growing family.

My aunt started a bird coop on the roof of their house.

Roaa is my favorite little cousin. We have no idea what the other is saying but laugh a lot.

Mohammed is another cousin of mine. There are no less than four Mohammeds in the family. This particular Mohammed is one of the kindest family members I’ve ever met.