Whatever we needed could be found in the depths of Grandma's magical purse. By Nadia Ali By my teenage daughters' standards, her purse was huge. Theirs were tiny things that could barely hold a lipstick and compact; they wore them on their shoulders just under their arm. Grandma's handbag, suspended by thick, black leather straps, hung down on her hip. It was big enough to hold everything you could possibly want. One day we were all in the car when my daughter Shazara spilled some drink o