ARABISCH - «201C»Our dear grandmother,«201D» that«2019»s what we used to call her, «201C»my damsel roses,«201D» that«2019»s how she used to greet us with her cheerful face, her pure smile, her sweet voice, and her arms always open to us. Grandma Ittiham's house is not like other houses. Its pink door is always open, its golden roof resembles the disk of the sun, its marble floor does not burden us, and its small rooms can accommodate all of us, no matter how many we are. The trees of Grandma Ittiham's garden are always lush, providing shade In the hot summer months, its stone fireplace sends Our bodies provide warmth on cold winter nights, and their large wooden library smells of love, peace, and wisdom. Hardly a day goes by without us running to her, calling, and she answers. We ask for permission and are allowed to enter. We eat delicious cakes, our bellies are full, and our minds remain longing to hear the interesting stories that the grandmother has memorized and knows how to tell them to us in a way Exciting, makes us forget time, and reminds us that we Arabs are brilliant storytellers, uniting us. With stories and anecdotes, there is a long, bright history.«201D»