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Until we meet again, Mama Sayida

“We’re going to wash her body now,” wrote my sister on WhatsApp. I put down the phone and paced the room. I wanted to be there. I fucking wanted to wash her body like I had promised my grandmother I would. I still remember that day very vividly. With qat in one hand and a… Continue reading Until we meet again, Mama Sayida

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Every day is a 5th of September

Dear Ibrahim, Yesterday my phone beeped while I was having dinner with a group of people. “It’s in two days…” read the SMS from one of our close friends. I looked at it intensely then put down the phone and listened to the array of complaints hailing on the table about mobile service providers. Focus on… Continue reading Every day is a 5th of September