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”

#StopPolicingOurBodies

This week, the women of Poland took to the streets in black Black Monday protests against the criminalization of abortions, with up to five years of imprisonment for women who terminate their pregnancies. Until when do we have to fight for our rights over our bodies? It’s the same thing throughout history – trying toContinue reading “#StopPolicingOurBodies”

Safe Space for Arab Women to Share Experiences of Sexual Violence

Tuskuteesh (Arabic for don’t remain silent, #تسكتيش), a safe space for Arab women to share experiences and testimonies of sexual violence, which I co-founded with my friend and sister in the struggle, Reem Jaramneh, was born out of the dire need to break the silence on this issue, which is still a huge taboo inContinue reading “Safe Space for Arab Women to Share Experiences of Sexual Violence”

I will say the words – status in context

* status in context * I will say the words. Even if saying them puts my very life in danger. I will say my words. I will stand with you, sister, and fight for your right until my very last breath, until my very last words. Even if I am the only one standing withContinue reading “I will say the words – status in context”

stop policing my body

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 justContinue reading “stop policing my body”

“Conflict Zone Date” – in Consequence Maganize

“Hey, Arab! Get your dirty hands off our sister!” A fragment from my short story, “Conflict Zone Date,” published in the Spring 2016 issue of Consequence Magazine: an international literary magazine focusing on the culture of war. Saleh parks the car in one of the side streets in the Check Post area on the outskirtsContinue reading ““Conflict Zone Date” – in Consequence Maganize”

On the Art of Political Poetry

Recently I’ve been invited to give a workshop for university students in a course on “Women, Poetry, History.” My first reaction was: “What? Me? A poet? No, no, you got it wrong. I ain’t no poet. I’m a fiction writer, a novelist. I don’t do poetry.” But then, slowly, I realized that actually, I amContinue reading “On the Art of Political Poetry”

On Sexual Violence – personal experience

The memories come like a flood. I’m 15 or 16, it’s either July or August. I’m pedalling someone’s bicycle up a one lane road. The road curves and bends. Mostly, it is dark, the shadows of trees thick on the asphalt. As I reach one particular bend, I take a deep in-breath, and speed up.Continue reading “On Sexual Violence – personal experience”