On the other side of the bubbling fountain of the garden plaza, a man was stretched out on a bench in front of the bamboo forest. I had seen him there before. He wore several layers of clothing all with that grimy, unwashed tinge. He was a perfect picture of a North African homeless. Continue reading Who do I laugh at?
“You’re the perfect Muslim.”
“Yah, except that you’re not a Muslim.” My friend began to list the ways in which I fulfilled the religious requirements: “You pray. You don’t lie or cheat. You dress modestly…” Continue reading I’m a good person
Autumn is my favorite season. This year I had one day of what I would consider true autumn: the sweet smell of damp and fallen leaves, apples, pumpkin bread, brisk air. Continue reading One day of autumn
If I would have been Elijah, 51 more people would have died. Continue reading On a roll
Have you ever stepped into someone else’s shoes and tried walking around in them? Continue reading What if you were Soukaina?
Turning thirty is means that I have a fair amount of life under my belt. Instead of being sad that I am leaving the 20s behind, I’m pondering the things I would like to do during my 30th year. Continue reading 30
Truth, why do you hide /
To let us slosh in the despair /
Of what we subscribe to? Continue reading Truth, why do you hide?
I didn’t attend a wedding. That statement, of course, depends on one’s definition of “wedding”, I suppose. I did attend one or two ceremonies during the six day celebration, but the ceremonies were so low-key that I didn’t even see the bride. Continue reading The wedding I didn’t attend