PinnedThe Silence of LiberationBack in my Homeland, on cloudless mornings, the wind winds, the bright sun shimmers, my hands pierce the soil & I give a new home to baba’s…May 25, 2023May 25, 2023
PinnedThe beginning of the worldI can trace back my first understanding of freedom to the moments I spent running in my South as a child. In those moments, the wind would…May 25, 2022May 25, 2022
PinnedThe lullaby of ‘AmelWhere there is honest, passionate & unconditional love, all else becomes nude. Perceptions fall, stripping reality off & leaving us with it…Mar 13, 2022Mar 13, 2022
Aimer autruiGrowing up, my sister & I loved folding money bills into squares & putting them in these big blue boxes. We didn’t know much about them, we…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
HaniyéThese are the branches of the only olive tree in baba’s field that has a name. We never name our trees. Baba calls this tree ‘Haniyé’ —…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
Dahye, as the refuge of the SouthDahye means ‘suburb’. In Lebanon, it refers to the Southern Suburb of Beirut. Historically, the villages of Bourj Brajneh, Mrayjeh…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
ZaatarZaatar is thyme in Arabic, a wild plant native to our Land in the Levant. The mix of spices that we prepare out of dried thyme is also…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
Village life againAfter a road trip from Beirut & a nap on my swing, I walk towards Naamat’s house who was coming to invite me for coffee anyway. “Your life…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
A new fruit in the villageI’ve written about Nahmat’s comfortable stairs & her amazing coffee, our discussions & recipes, before. Here her brother, Issam, another…Apr 30, 2023Apr 30, 2023
