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I Have a Farm in Africa
I have a farm in Africa. How ridiculous that sounds, so pompous and unnecessary. Those words bring…
Seeing and Being Seen: A Conversation with Harriet Alida Lye on her latest novel Motherclown
I interviewed Harriet Alida Lye in late May, days before the launch of her latest novel, Motherclown. Harriet…
The Lips that Smell of Spirits
Someone will emerge from beyond the dark mountains to the southeast — I wonder who. Every…
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…
Making the Miraculous Visible:
Shirin Abedinirad on Mirrors, Landscape, and the Art of Presence For Rowayat’s fourteenth issue, we could imagine no…
Blood, Death and Hope
In Fiqh, Islamic jurisprudence, menopausal women are literally women who have reached the age of “despair.”…
Inshallah, my love
Days after my third round of IVF ended in failure, I let a friend of mine pull me…