My mother was ashamed that my wedding picture - meant to capture a private, happy moment in our lives - was now being used as public, creepy evidence that my husband, Maher Arar, allegedly associated with al-Qaida, had disappeared. The emptiness of the long-distance call was agonizing for both of us. “I hid all the copies I have found at my ESL class … I didn’t want people to know about the case … My God, what are we going to do?” “It is on the front page of the Ottawa Citizen,” she continued. “Your wedding picture … ,” she said sheepishly. My husband had disappeared a few days earlier. I was discouraged, confused and exhausted. I was in Tunis with my five-year-old daughter and my eight-month-old son. I remember my mother calling me from Ottawa in September 2002. National Capital Region's Top Employers.
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