1966 – 2008
Sometimes we take for granted the people that we meet, no matter how significant or otherwise they were in our lives. It can be a very good friend, a family member, a colleague, or even the tailor who’s done all our alterations for the last ten years. We grow accustomed to their presence, and then when they leave us for some reason or other, we realize what an impact, no matter how small it might have been, they had made on our lives.
In my case, it was Yara, my belly-dancing teacher of two years, who succumbed to ovarian cancer yesterday after a nine-year battle. I hadn’t seen her in over four years, ever since I moved to the United States, and I never got the chance to tell her how much I appreciated and admired her for everything she had done, because and in spite of what she’d had to go through. This is to the brave woman who refused to let cancer beat her, and instead chose to fight it by throwing herself into and sharing her love for the exquisite art of dancing.
Thank you, Yara.