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Refracted Selves: Mirrors in Literature, Culture, and the Soul
The Mirror as Threshold When I was four years old I stood in front of a…
The Image of the War Still Haunts Me
In the Spring of 1988, Saddam Hussein’s planes dropped poison gas on the Kurdish city of Halabja in…
Mid-Night Delivery
The rain sang against the windowpanes of my trailer, its clouds blackening the November night. I sat…
THE DICHOTOMY OF BEING
“Immigration is an act of great courage, facing unfamiliar lands with the resilience to build anew.” – Isabel…
The Undoing
You ask to see me, and there you are again, in the same olive-green jacket-the color of the…
Awaiting Moonrise
For the third Friday in a row, I wake to the men’s call to prayer fighting against the…
Châtelet
Châtelet’s long grey corridors seemed to stretch forever into the silence of the night. The more we walked,…
If I Must Starve & Other Poems
If I Must Starve If I must starve, let it be with dignity in my children’s eyes, not…
Making the Miraculous Visible:
Shirin Abedinirad on Mirrors, Landscape, and the Art of Presence For Rowayat’s fourteenth issue, we could imagine no…
Three Bastards
Road N13 is closed because of snow. It’s been coming down all night, so thick that cars…