I opened it slowly and looked at him before taking in what was in the box. It was a gold rosary. The tears clouded my eyes before I could even thank him. To know Quasim was to know that he held his faith close to his heart, and he was open about it. Everyone knew that he kept his bible and little black book with him, even when we traveled. In Italy, I had watched him plenty of mornings, sitting on the top deck with both.
if that doesn’t scream love i don’t know what
