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Category: {Monologue in my Head}
{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 […]
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 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 […]
{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 […]
{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 […]
{Ramadan Log 2013}
When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason – Hemingway The last week or so of Ramadan I stopped writing because I […]
{The Who’s Who of Sudanese Cuisine}
We’ve all been put into this uncomfortable position of trying to describe to our non-Sudanese friends what exactly is… shamaar. “Its this… green, grainy, spice… that looks like dry grass thats been chopped up. But […]
{Cry, my Beloved Onion}
I love food. Its the only thing I can unabashedly say that four lettered word to without any hesitation or afterthought. I love it. I love how its made, tastes, looks, smells, feels and all […]
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 […]
{Floods v. Housemaids: Sudan is Unaware}
First featured in Muftah on Aug 27, 2012 I’ve been washing dishes. Lots of dishes. It is my oasis from the hustle, the bustle and the noise. And if there are no dirty dishes? I wash […]
{A Bona Fide Deen}
Published in Muftah We all remember our first days of fasting; the look of pride and elation at finally being able to partake in this very grown up thing, smugly refusing any juice-boxes with a […]
{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 […]
{The Agony of the Sudanese Diaspora}
Published in Muftah Something awe inspiring is happening right now, right at this very moment in Sudan, as I type these words. Something that we could only speak to our pillows about at night, sending […]
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