Sabr and Shukr
I don’t remember much from my first funeral We stood in line, waiting to view the body When it was my turn, I observed how the body was ashy, its arms stiff by their sides,...
I don’t remember much from my first funeral We stood in line, waiting to view the body When it was my turn, I observed how the body was ashy, its arms stiff by their sides,...
I sat cross-legged on the floor under the dangling naked light bulb; three tests arranged in front of me like obedient children at school assembly We’d had an argument about how...
As we sit caged in the tuk tuk, stopped in traffic, I can’t stop watching them He stares straight ahead, completely unflustered as she runs her palm down his denim covered thigh...