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I Believe in God Because I Was Punched in the Face
We were sitting on the roof of your car when you asked me if I still believed in…
Photos by Lindsey Morrison Grant
Self-identifying as a neurodivergent, two-spirit, elder storyteller and contrarian deeply rooted in the roar and lore that’s become…
Happy Endings
1. How It Started Minoo and Sahar were both texting me clips from the protests, but I ignored…
Forty Days of Mourning a Cat with a Black Face and the Eyes of a Sage
Photo Courtesy of Kid Cairo
Dearest Night, Come Swiftly
As a child of four, she learned to fall asleep …
the pericardium as a looking-glass
(i) lulled, like the only pair of eyes you told me about. it is customary here, to nap in the afternoon…
Salat el-Sobh
In the morning, afraid of the stillness that often refuses to leave my body, I watch my veins;…
tarfa
you are not a loan hayati but a gift that unfolds like a silk scarf staircase i descend…
Things I’ve learned
The best way to commit suicide is to keep living The best way to keep living is to…
Raet Meets Me at Behoos
If I cry on a cairo street alone tear my face apart like this city does kindness someone…