Sorry for the Inconvenience: A Memoir

by Farah Naz Rishi

What if love was a patient thing that simply stood at your side, offering you a hand?

What if it was all the best of friendships—a partnership, a promise to face the unfeeling world and all its follies together? Or simply the quiet, intimate details of a person, like how their lips part when they sleep, how they take their coffee, their preferences in tea?

“Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.”