C.G. Fewston

We cannot save everyone, can we?_ I said to her as we continued walking on our way. I turned my head back only to find the spot the beggar had occupied empty. __ot everyone,_ she said. She took my hand once more in hers, kissed the back of it, and finished one of the sincerest axioms I had heard in sometime. __e must save,_ she said, __nly the ones we can while we can.__eila Bakr, in A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, and speaking to her love, John Lockwood