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Missing Corpse
“Few are those who care to wear formal clothes at funerals that arouse pity.” Just yesterday, I received…
Genocide Fragments: The Diaries of Maram al-Ashqar
1 Lying on my bed which survived by chance, I hug myself. I curl inward trying…
Mirrors and Echoes
Echoes The veils sundera letting mirror.and her eye, a light slit made pure, seeps over the emerald sea…
The Art of Adaptation
For years, I believed that if I worked hard enough, prepared enough, and proved myself enough, I…
Life in Canada
When Fairuz summed up life in Canada Life in Canada is heaven and hell… cruelty and tenderness… challenges,…
The Majesty
How would history look if the cruel colonizer adjusting his tall fur hat and gold buttons in the…
Pilgrim Boy
1 Gates The driver’s holler awakens me as we arrive at JFK. The sun hasn’t yet come up.…
The Wooden Curse
In the beginning, there had been life. Then death. Then murder. And finally, slavery. Beneath…
Special Ed: A Love Story
At first, my teachers thought I was autistic. Then it was ADHD and bipolar disorder, depression,…
I will eat misery
A November morning It’s been raining lately, or so they say. I find myself wondering: what if it…