from “Six Weeks – Summer of 2006” work-in-progress

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,Continue reading “from “Six Weeks – Summer of 2006” work-in-progress”

the first time – memory | experimental writing

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 ofContinue reading “the first time – memory | experimental writing”

Mourning – work in progress no.2

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 – inContinue reading “Mourning – work in progress no.2”

What we are forbidden to talk about

Every story, every testimony of sexual violence that arrives at تسكتيش Tuskuteesh (don’t remain silent: a safe space for Arab women to share testimonies of sexual violence), brings up yet another, and another memory. I realize that as a woman, I’ve been exposed to so many incidents of sexual harassment throughout my life that IContinue reading “What we are forbidden to talk about”

Haifa – Old City – photography

Today, something different. Not words, but photographs. When I can’t write, I take up another creative activity, usually photography or gardening. I am slowly returning to my camera. I took these photographs today in the old city of Haifa, where a process of gentrification has been going on for years. Most of these homes belongContinue reading “Haifa – Old City – photography”

They chip away at your life – novel in progress

We buried Zahra in March. I stumbled through my final exams, sleepless, bleary-eyed, insomniac. All I knew was that I had to get through the exams somehow, because that was my future. But I also knew I couldn’t stay there one minute more than I had to. If I did, I would either have toContinue reading “They chip away at your life – novel in progress”

a workshop in storytelling

Yesterday was the first time in my life I participate in a workshop with a performing artist and storyteller. Being a writer is a form of storytelling, but being a performing storyteller is different. On some levels, these two forms are the same, but on other levels they are different. They are the same inContinue reading “a workshop in storytelling”

all things needed + my heart lives elsewhere

all things needed fold time into love unfold kindness – from your skin count the beauty into a – pouch hang the sun – upside down unspool your fire – from that thread what is beauty and where is your – sky. (c) khulud khamis, Haifa | July 2016     my heart lives –Continue reading “all things needed + my heart lives elsewhere”

The Art of Caring for a Disabled Mother

photo credit: (c) Kholood Eid, 2014 A few nights ago, I was asked by my father to come in the evening and shower my mother. My mom suffered a severe stroke in 2008, which left her disabled and in need of care. During the first couple of years, my dad and I would help herContinue reading “The Art of Caring for a Disabled Mother”