As I was driving along in Columbus, Ohio, with my wife Ragia, my son Ali, and my mother-in-law Zakia, Zakia said something about a place that mom had taken her while I was in Bahrain in 2002. Ragia and Farah* had gone to a movie, and Zakia and mom went to get some coffee. Mom took Zakia to a place that is semi-hidden, is small, has all manner of coffee and treats, and is in Durham. That is all she knows.
I don't know what place this might be. For a split second, I caught myself thinking that I'll have to ask mom when I see her next.
Every time I realize that I can no longer ask mom anything, I die a little.
*This was before Ali was a gleam in his mother's eye.
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