I grew up addicted to a fantasy. Even as a little girl, long before I understood......

I wake up early,arrange the antique rugs from Beirutchange the flowers in the vase,the window glass......

The war has ended,                         ......

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A door creaks open, a serpent-breeze coils itself around her ankles. She has crossed her feet,......

My daughter has my eyes and I have inherited mine from my mom. My eyes are......

I don’t like red, the mushy insides of a watermelon, Palash, Modar, thread-work on a Gamusa......

Three decades later we still hold hands. My dermatitis infected fingers entwined in yours the gentle......