The Date Palm That Wept: Bahraini Folktale
In the quiet village of Diraz, where earth and sky met in a wide, sun-worn horizon, there lived a poor widow named Maryam. Her house was small, built of mud brick and palm fronds, and stood at the edge of the village where the fields thinned into dry soil. Maryam owned little in the world, but what she had, she
