17 “Is this your entire house?” I asked. “This is my paradise. The scent of your grandfather, God rest his soul, is in this place,” she said, her voice filled with nostalgia. Turning to Ghanim, she instructed, “Take Sultan to the sea.” We left the lane and emerged onto an endless beach, where the blue sea melded with the horizon. We raced along the shore until Ghanim pointed to a house. “This is the house of my uncle, Ghanim al-Rumaythi, who is my grandmother Hamda’s brother,” he explained. We were warmly welcomed by “my uncle,” who was actually my mother’s
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