Wadi Rischrasch

Sometimes, Cairo, with all of its rich fullness and grainy texture, displaces the mind's quiet.

Omphaloskeptical

My hands cradle the rising beneath my navel. Moon-breaths dictate this ebb and flow of my repose. It has been just three months and the […]

A fairytale for Aaminah

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a handsome prince in a big castle by the sea. When this prince […]