Artwork by Manzel Bowman It was almost the same everyday. Wake up. In the dark she folds her blanket, places it in the center, then rolls up the mattress, hoists it to her shoulder and […]
{Benjamin and Awad: Our Unsung Heroes}
Before reading I kindly ask that you take a moment, twenty-four minutes and fifty-three seconds to be exact, to watch the full documentary with the link provided below. Watch it not only for the […]
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Artwork by Hanadi Alqurashi She barely hides her smile as she unfastens her earrings. Reaching for the lights she lets the end of her toub slide across the floor, a tease for him though he […]
{ام العريس / mother of the groom}
A year, ten months and thirteen days have passed. And your youngest son has decided to marry. Jokingly they call me ‘ام العريس / mother of the groom’, and while I keep smiling I grimace […]
{Privilege of Silence}
A month has passed since I came back to Sudan. I’ve kept mostly silent through out social media during this time. Partly due to immediately being submerged into family duties & formalities but mostly from […]
{These Roots}
Where is home? A year ago I would’ve given the answer of a third culture kid. “It’s complicated” Home is never the place we currently reside. Anything outside of Sudan is temporary. Even when we’d […]
Tell Her
Artwork by Jeff Manning I’d tell her I miss her How when I’m in the presence of other mothers I melt soften gazing, devouring every minute detail, it’s not envy, it’s not sadness I’d just […]
Here I Am {لَبَّيْكَ}
Expectation My mother had planned to perform Umrah. We were so sure, her cancer in remission, that already one of her sisters had promised to buy her an abaya & that all of us would take […]
The Huntress {الصيّادة} Playbook
a huntress should ready her mind, body soul open all the shakras focus all the vibes and waves & energies of the universe as she sharpens her knives, strings her bow, and loads her shotgun […]
{The Story Can Resume}
Artwork by Daehyun Kim امي The translation, ‘my mother’, does no justice to the tender possessiveness, almost selfish reverence in having you as mine and mine alone. Hearing that title in its many forms almost being […]
{Umi is/was}
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on. Not because of the fear of darkness, but call it childish, I feel like this man made illumination can ward off death. Maybe the light keeps away those […]
The Inbetween Chick {الفردة “البين بين” }
She had been so accustomed to her skin, كانت قد تعودت على جلدها but days came where it felt as if after peeling it and rubbing it raw, it wasn’t enough. ولكن يوما جاء به […]
Sudan is {EXPLICIT}
Am at a standstill. News after shitty news keeps assailing my ears & eyes but like any good fairytale I wanted to be able to write a story where even when things looked bleak, there […]
{Sudan Needs Our Devotion!}
Published in Muftah I’ve been going through a technicolor brouhaha of emotions. We’re all experiencing these stages; first it was weightless elation, then suffocating worry, and now… doubt. You know that heavy doubt, like that Meryl […]
Madame Aswad
1960’s: Driving over Kubri Bahri It was that part of the day where as the sun sets, heat waves gently smooth away squinted eyes into a relieved sigh. The swaying of the prayer beads draped […]
This Charming Man & This Charming Lady {Text}
This Charming man Knows how to treat a girl, forget the bumbling fools, the awkward, awkwardly wearing either too tight or too loose a buttoned down collared shirt, cant even look a girl straight in […]
This Charming Man* Live Performance
*Song title of The Smiths
{Makana: Sudan’s Very Own Detective Hero}
The Golden Scales by Parker Bilal Published January 31st 2012 by Bloomsbury USA (first published January 2nd 2012) ISBN 1608197948 (ISBN13: 9781608197941) Buy it here It was the first time in a long time that […]
{ lessالقيمة v. القيمة }
‘Silence gives answers’ – Rumi I’ve had this plan since I was 14. It seemed like a simple one; to go back and stay in Sudan. Not as a bride or old & wanting to […]
Her Mother’s Eyes
Her favorite thing, her favorite thing was looking into her mothers eyes, at how they crinkled at the sides, and just knowing that all was right That she could run, she could skip she could […]
{ThePizza/HotDog/Children’s Revolution}
This is not an analysis or quip on what is currently happening. Not even a poem, or well written homage just a way to let the words come. To make sense. With the sights of […]
{Merry’Go’Round’Khartoum}
The family had been drifting. Not necessarily apart, but into the lukewarmness of each being too busy with work, errands, the intricacy of living & holding a set of reservations, old burns & secrets against […]
#KHARTOUMisDROWNING… & no one seems to care
UPDATE: an official statement from Nafeer Daily Media Report – August 17, 2013 Wide-scale popular efforts have continued with wide participation to assist the victims of the rains and floods that affected several parts of […]
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