It’s 10.44PM. I am sitting in my bed propped up for a good night’s sleep when I reach for the phone and immediately open
Close your eyes. Feel into your body. Where do you feel it? Does it feel small and powerful or big and insubstantial? Is it
It’s another dreary Cairene day and I am once again sitting in the backseat of a car trying to get from my doctor’s appointment
I am reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou, it is the scene near the end of the book where
“Foko el fak, relax your eyebrows,” Salma utters from my laptop screen as I try in vain to keep another sweaty grunt in, swear

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