Samir’s grandmother, Sitti Amira, invited Layla for mint tea. On the table was a photograph: the same old stone bridge, but whole, with children from both sides playing on it.
“That was me,” Sitti Amira said, pointing to a little girl in the photo. “We broke the bridge because of one angry argument about water rights. But look.” She pointed out the window to a massive olive tree growing on the edge of the ravine. Its roots spread into both sides of the earth. Moral Social And Cultural Studies Grade 6 Volume 2
The next morning, a boy named Samir from the Wadi side appeared at the edge of the ravine. He held a sign: “Have you seen my cat, Olive?” Samir’s grandmother, Sitti Amira, invited Layla for mint