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From the Nile to Hólaá
Preface When I was younger and my father was still alive, I often thought that I…
To Study by the Sea
For some, the idea sounds like a dream: to study by the sea. It is for my students…
I Have a Farm in Africa
I have a farm in Africa. How ridiculous that sounds, so pompous and unnecessary. Those words bring…
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…
RUMMANIYEH
I remember a woman hovering over her olive-wood-fashioned board, buried under fresh pomegranates and eggplants for the preparation…
Green Country
The nightingale warbled in the trees. In October, the ancient eucalyptus trees were evergreen and ribbons of bark…
Holding a Shard with Tenderness
Review of I Can Imagine It For Us by Mai Serhan I had been waiting a long time…
Four Voices in Translation
He lives in Dubai, where the sun polishes glass until it becomes a thought. Towers lift their…