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Lilia in Lille

As I was watching her eat, I suddenly realized that my baby was no longer a baby. She now speaks, in fact, repeats new words and phrases over and over again, loudly and with attitude. Last month she learned “laisse moi tranquille.” She doesn’t sing it like Serge Gainsbourg: “laissez moi.. laisszez moi, tranquille, laissez moi”. Instead, using… Continue reading Lilia in Lille

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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