When I was 11 my mother moved us to Jordan for a year, where she enrolled me in private school and allowed my teachers to fail me as long as they also helped me learn to read and write in Arabic. She spent every spare moment trying to enrich my experience in a place I… Continue reading On interrupting
Tag: syria
dear syria dear egypt,
i thank the forces that be, every day, that my memories of you will always be free of fear or aggression. I think of you every day and how beautiful you were then, how lucky i am to have seen you before all of this. have the faith in me and mine that your shores… Continue reading dear syria dear egypt,
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