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Inshallah, my love
Days after my third round of IVF ended in failure, I let a friend of mine pull me…
To be seen is to remain
This work begins with the figure of the witness who is punished for seeing, for what he refuses…
RUMMANIYEH
I remember a woman hovering over her olive-wood-fashioned board, buried under fresh pomegranates and eggplants for the preparation…
PAKISTANI IMPROV
If there is a Couchsurfing destination par excellence, it is Pakistan. I can’t think of a nation…
Beirut: On Weathering Wars
Beirut often feels like a ghost town. Streets that used to be lined with party-goers and late-diners are…
The Ghost of My Grandfather
أعاتبُ طيفهُ إن لم يزرني لعل الطيف أوعى للعتابِ “I chide his specter if he doesn’t visit…
Green Country
The nightingale warbled in the trees. In October, the ancient eucalyptus trees were evergreen and ribbons of bark…
Like eating soup with a fork
I do not have autism. I am autistic. Autism is not an illness, like the flu, nor is…
Laid Off
I reported to a place about ten miles from the main campus for two or three weeks of…
Holding a Shard with Tenderness
Review of I Can Imagine It For Us by Mai Serhan I had been waiting a long time…