“Open your palm,” my daughter’s tutor instructed, poking her folded fingers. She resisted with a frown until I shot a stern gaze at her. She opened her palm slowly, concentrating on each finger,...
(continued from Part One) I cross the street and stagger towards Galel’s home which is now a pile of bricks, beds, fans and blue curtains. The only trace of a structure not in pieces is a flight of...
February 2012 Homs, Syria Dismembered children, orphaned toddlers, lifeless mothers, hopeless fathers, green army tanks circumventing pits of fire that have burned for days, and troops of gunmen fi…...
“Hey, I’m driving through a tunnel. The walls are blistered. Do you know where I could be?” “Look for the green signboard. What does it read?” “Reads… City Eleven Point Two Four. Four k...
She rests in my arms like a desert flower waiting for the rain. I say I have forgotten how to love. She says it is because she has never let me love her. I ask what is the fragrance of the moon, An…...
I once had the chance to see the other side of the sky, and the stars didn’t glitter; they were grey shadows as diminished as the mole on her breast. The sun didn’t vent its wrath, but …...