While I haven’t been consumed by the passing of the great Steve Jobs, like many I admired his brilliant gifts to the world. I read a few stories about him, I checked out the website link with all his patents, I watched on YouTube that famous Stanford commencement address he gave, and watched parts of video of the celebration of his life on the Apple campus in Cupertino. Mostly because people sent me these links and I was curious to learn more about this legend. But none of the materials I’ve read or watched impacted me as much as this heartfelt, insightful, and beautifully written eulogy. Trust me, this is worth the time:
I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had emigrated from Syria, I imagined he looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us. Later, after I’d met my father, I tried to believe he’d changed his number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people.
Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother.
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