Sketches of Women with Disabilities in Public Spaces. Sketch 3 – 29 August 2016 For two months now, I’ve been taking my mom to Tai Chi classes. Not a class for people with disabilities. A class for women only. It is a small class, consisting of five participants. We convene every Sunday for 90 minutes… Read More Sketches of Women with Disabilities in Public Spaces. Sketch 3
you will not drag my body through your – muddy dirty battlefield. you will not – dress me undress me police me. my body is not the battlefield for your morals – religious or secular. my morals reside in my heart my morals are – not hidden in the folds of my clothes (and just… Read More stop policing my body
Second excerpt from “Six Weeks” I wake up to the muted howling of the siren. I open my eyes and, for a few seconds, my mind is a complete blank. Then I jerk up into sitting position, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. The phone is blinking with four unanswered calls. 9:47. Shit. Shit,… Read More Six Weeks – work in progress.
“Six Weeks,” the new novel I’m working on currently, is exhausting me of all energies. It is the most difficult of any writing I have ever done. At its center, the fragile relationship between a woman and her disabled mother. Both daughter and mother have to deal with their own challenges in life, while trying… Read More Sketches of Women with Disabilities in Public Spaces: Sketch 1-2
when you let me go, we both thought I’d fall down and – break. what neither of us knew – is that during our together-time, I had grown – wings. – (c) khulud khamis | Haifa, August 2016