In life, as in literature, there are beautiful gaps of meaning. Sometimes they are intentional, at other times spontaneous. A writer leaves for us gaps to complete the meaning according to our own life experiences; sometimes she has the answers, but often the writer herself doesn’t have the answer. For me, one of the small… Read More Beautiful gaps of meaning
a poem I wrote in August 2016, to which I added now a visual element If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work: www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
In the evening, I carry the pieces of my mother’s stories up the Haifa stairs. I carry them gently, for I am afraid to drop one of them, lose a second, forget a third. For these are not merely pieces of her stories, they are pieces of herself. She has given me these stories, memories,… Read More from “Six Weeks – Summer of 2006” work-in-progress
Do you know the nagging type of mothers? Those that call you nine times every day? Well, my mom. Until October 2008, and for many years, my mom used to call me almost obsessively. When she’d be in Hadar shopping, she’d call to check if I needed any underwear, if my daughter needed socks, there’s… Read More mother – a woman with disabilities
I’ll be sharing some experimental writing here with you. Please feel free to give me feedback, as I am really just stumbling through the darkness with this. I do have to warn you that it might be difficult to read, as I am working on a novel where the main character is a survivor of… Read More the first time – memory | experimental writing
One of the most difficult issues to write about – for me – is sexual assault, especially when it comes to detailing a scene. I’ve been struggling with this scene for the last week, ending up with three versions. The first version ended up – quite unsurprisingly – something that we would wish could happen… Read More the last time – three versions
Sharing the second excerpt of the work-in-progress, tentative title Mourning. This piece has been emotionally difficult to write, as the character is a survivor of sexual molestation. You can read the first excerpt at: https://khuludkhamis.com/2016/11/05/mourning-work-in-progress/ I walk out to the garden, seeking a few alone moments. It is practically impossible to mourn someone – really mourn – in… Read More Mourning – work in progress no.2
