Every Friday my brother has what he calls a “Sommaa day”. Depending on his mood this usually involves him sitting on his bed watching
For the past many weeks I have been playing phone tag with one of my best friends. She’ll call me, I’ll miss her call
It’s 11.30 AM, I wake up shook to the sound of my phone ringing wondering what day it is and what emergency could warrant
Curtained off I stare ahead at life- a sea-blue whirlpool its circumference my sorrow spun clearly, like a basket made of wicker. Our hopes
It’s my birthday in four days (Feb 16th in case I end up publishing this way later) and I’ll be going to Fayoum to
It’s quiet on the train. Everyone is sitting in his or her assigned seat, the landscapes flit by and I listen to Taylor Swift

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