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 […]

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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
*Song title of The Smiths
The Picky Byra البايرة ال— I know what they’ve told you أعلم ما أخبروك You a wilted flower بأنك زهرة ذابلة Past its bloom تخطت زمن رونقها Your ovaries a wasted graveyard وبويضاتك أرض جرداء […]