I walk into a building, followed by two men in their forties. The three of us are standing, waiting for the elevator. One of the men is talking on the phone, not paying any attention to me. The other one: staring at me in a creepy way, not taking his eyes off my body. I… Read More To be a woman in the public sphere.
I am honored and humbled to have Frammenti di Haifa, the Italian translation of my novel, Haifa Fragments, recieve the second place in the Premio Letterario Citta di Siena literary award. The ceremony was held at the Università per Stranieri di Siena on 25 May, 2018. I would like to thank the judges for their choice… Read More Frammenti di Haifa receives second place in the Premio Letterario Citta di Siena literary award
I am excited to have my short story, The Unspeakable Act, published by FemAsia Magazine. The Unspeakable Act is a story about sexual assault. I deal with this issue in my fiction, poetry, as well as in non-fiction pieces. Because if we want to create change, we need to talk about sexual violence, and create… Read More The Unspeakable Act – short story on sexual assault
On the experience of growing up as a girl, when the body begins to change. I relate to this so much. Will be writing a short piece about this, and am interested in hearing similar or different experiences. Any women who relate to this? Your thoughts? How did you feel when your body started to… Read More The act of getting smaller while growing up as a girl
walking through the hell of memory I won’t be tied down by – memory of your ugly acts. My body won’t be wrecked just because you – desecrated it violated it damaged it. All these wounds of mine – they are mine to claim. I will make beautiful art with them. … Read More walking through the hell of memory
An excerpt from “Taboos in Arabic,” my current writing project Trigger warning: post-trauma, sexual assault. With Suleiman, time redefined itself. Often, we didn’t have any need for words and we would only sit somewhere for hours, back to back or side by side, our bodies touching. And it was enough, for me. We lived in… Read More triggered – excerpt from “Taboos in Arabic” work-in-progress
Come, don’t be afraid Take a closer look At my body. Can you see the map? I’ve mapped out the battlefield, Especially for you. All the wars fought on it. To the North – the ruptured country To the East – the desert of pain To the South – the river of blood To the… Read More The cartography of my body
