As hundreds of thousands of Americans march today on the streets of Washington, DC to call for an end to Mr. Bush's war on Iraq, I light a candle in remembrance of all who have suffered displacement, injuries and death in his misguided invasion of a sovereign nation. The candle rests on an Egyptian scarf my friend Aly gave me, and hanging from Maggie Celestino's raku clay sculpture are my brother Rabih's wooden prayer beads. I see the New Mexican driftwood as a protective presence watching over the whole.