Karbala—An eighty-year-old woman sits beneath a bridge, her face deeply lined with wrinkles, an Arabic beauty mark between her brows, strands of white hair peeking from beneath her scarf, and a pair of round glasses perched on her nose. Amid…
Karbala—An eighty-year-old woman sits beneath a bridge, her face deeply lined with wrinkles, an Arabic beauty mark between her brows, strands of white hair peeking from beneath her scarf, and a pair of round glasses perched on her nose. Amid…