Maryam Muhaiar Alketbi

If wishing was enough, my story with her wouldn’t have ended. If wishing was enough, she wouldn’t have left my sight for one second. If wishing was enough, I would have wished for my daughter Sarah. If wishing was enough, I wouldn’t have gotten along with our bad luck. If wishing was enough, I would have redone the math and rearranged my priorities. If wishing was enough, I would have planted our path of communications with roses. If wishing...