On Denials & Affirmation of Exile

When I was a child, my mother asked me on a regular basis what I wanted to be when I grew up. Every time, the answer was different, but almost always, it was one I knew she’d approve of, keep her excited until the next time she asked. My father thought my curiosity and indecision... Continue Reading →


Learning Vocabulary – Rafa7 Momma style

“Karamah,” I heard my mother say “was more important than getting in.” My first time at the border and I saw the Rafa7, the laj2a, come out in my Momma. “Oooeeee, I woud not mess with that look if I were you,” my face hinted to the shocked young soldier. She. stared. him. down. Fierce... Continue Reading →

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