There is a shadow in her room; it traverses the cracked walls and holed ceiling. At night it hides maybe in the remnants of her closet, maybe under the bed with tattered sheets, maybe it disappears, she does not know where it lurks, perhaps inside her heart. It dances on her walls, expanding, shrinking, attacking,Continue reading “Sixty-Seven”
Happy had whiffs of sour on the edges, but was perfectly sweet in the center. It had the laughter of children growing up, the excitement the first slice carried with it as Mama lifted it expertly out of the pan.
What if Handala met Harry Potter?
As my day starts and my level of stress shoots to star high levels, the piled undone laundry starts to develop an attitude, and the unprepared lecture notes start to guilt trip me into wondering what kind of person I have become. What happened to the talented, smart, intelligent, career oriented, size 8 wearing, 15 km running woman I once was?
You wait for your dreams, you wait for the electricity to return, you wait for the winter to pass, you wait for the summer to come…Welcome to Palestine!
when two worlds come together, science and a love of food, a story about Loof emerged. Previously published in This Week in Palestine in April 2013, this is a short piece on Palestinian Loof.
With that, the transformation of birthdays was complete. What started as the celebration of the immortal gods, became the celebration of the mortal human birth.
On pancakes, love and daugthers…
She silently nods at me with approval recognising the similarities we share whether at home or in our career choices; even if she openly objects to the many projects I get myself into and she most certainly does not fully understand why after ten years of a PhD in chemistry, I have abandoned the lab completely and moved into the kitchen instead!