Light of an Ancient Grief
I follow the light of an ancient grief
It burns like the sun
Sorrow so vast
So deep
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The Day After the War Started
Toward the end of January in Massachusetts, slush fills the gutters, and dirty snow lies heaped alongside porch steps, and everything seems to be suffocating in the embrace of a season that lasts too long
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Those kooky older siblings
I feel more like her mother than sister. Maybe it can be attributed to our age difference semi colon maybe it can be attributed to the fact that I played a pretty large role in looking after her. In any case …
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Soup and salad from india
Searching for a travel agent (my second day in India) I was told that mohan kumar is the best travel agent in town.
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A Call to Arts
This is a call to all Arab-American parents and parents of Arab descent to please refrain from encouraging their sons and daughters from becoming doctors and engineers, or for that matter, any respectable profession that allows them to assimilate into the middle class and disappear from the cultural map.
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Prostration
Prostration
Release me from the incessant siren
Ringing in my ears.
Release me from this circus tent,
Within it: all my fears.
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To learn is to be attentive in real situations
In February 2001, I visited Morocco for the first time. I visited Agadir on the Atlantic then went to Ifrane (near Fez) in the Atlas Mountains. I spent three days in each place.
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The One Who Is Beauty In Her Walking
She could be Mary or Kuan Yin,
Goddess of compassion,
Or simply Mayaada,
Who called me dear friend
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ENEMY
I learned that in life there is no such thing as alphabetical order, A does not necessarily come before B and same thing applied for alif, ba and ta etc.
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Shattered Dreams
“The Israelis dropped the first bomb” announced the television and then it went off. My lips were paralyzed and my limbs were involuntarily shaking. These were terrifying moments.
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Memories of Tata
For years after the loss of my home in Jerusalem, I walked around denying much of what was occurring. I was a sophomore in college at the American University of Beirut when Israel attacked and occupied the West Bank of the river Jordan
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1975. Amman
I am barefoot
Reading papers in language untsught
Beautiful, the stillness
And rustle
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Yellow rose, Eastern shies
I adore this space-the afternoons of my childhood, when the old corn vender charted an unsteady climb up the hill where we lived.
“Durra!” He yelled. (Corn!)
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Married but still a virgin
The commitment which I made – the mental, physical, social, and material efforts to make it happen, hoping that the flood gates of satisfaction would open, then drown me in endless pleasures
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Contrasts
the first home visit to Halab after a three-year hiatus abroad is special and sweet. You are, temporarily, the center of the universe. People compete to invite you to unmatched feasts
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Palestine in the Evening News
One day
Soot will simply pour out of our television screens instead
Of the evening news
It will stain our carpets
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