Two Medicines, One Heart: A Letter from an Artist to Her Daughter, Who Is Pure Art
ByJeane SatieNovember 5, 2025 Aisha, your name doesn’t mean “Alive” by accident.And you didn’t wrench the scissors from Dr. João’s hand by chance. I write this letter from Beirut, while you walk your path in medicine, far away.And I realize: each in our own way, we are learning to practice the same art —the art…