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 […]
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 […]
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 like to tell her […]
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 […]
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 carelessly repeated; mom, […]
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 […]
It was the only way she knew how to show her love.