Hura after January 25th When will it be that a generation has its baksheesh not as some grudging gineh tossed into a palm but as a sweet freedom dripping off of kunafa. A huriya lingering and sticky, smothering old bitterness, [...]
He butters my bread on both sides.
The rinsing through of passing years puts a fair amount of stretch and fade in to the spaces between mistakes. Just three more minutes on this cycle and you will never have happened.
Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.