‘Stop writing about the Mideast or we will throw acid in your and your son’s faces.’ Such was the threat shouted through the front door of our New York City apartment where my mother and I lived in the 1950’s. Then there was frequent pounding on the door at 3 am with further threats and obscenities. My mother’s offense? Being one of the first female journalists to cover the Mideast, a region barely known at that time to most Americans. My mother, Nexhmie Zaimi, was born in Albania, a former...
 
														




















