Essays

It’s always time for the Tufruta

Imagine spending hours in an overcrowded unventilated room. No matter where you turn, your nose itches with confusion after involuntarily inhaling a mix of perfumed sweat, cigarettes, and incense.  Doesn't sound appealing, right? Well, that's how I felt at times when I was living in Yemen.  Yet now, I am saddened by the fact that I… Continue reading It’s always time for the Tufruta