Here we go again. Tragedy strikes and once again evil has taken the form of an angry, white man. People die. Kids. The world is in shock. Again we are treated to image after image of bodies, oceans of flowers, anonymous white people sob and hold each other. Analysis after analysis of why. Neighbours are […]
moreHow does one tell a Muslim friend about a separation? I avoided her for a while which is hard because she is my neighbour. I somehow hoped she’d figure it out as I was never at home, and even if I was, I was very much engaged in carrying heavy boxes. Recently, we had gone […]
moreAnd then there’s this: I have chat with a friendly father at school. His wife is ill. He has taken a year off from work so that she can focus entirely on getting better. We have spoken a few times about her illness, he has explained how they don’t like to dwell on the situation, […]
moreJust as you’re thinking a day can’t get any worse some guy in a Jaguar with way to big tires yells at you. “This is all your fault!” he screams out of his window. Say what? Oh so it’s my fault I have two kids on my bike, one of them is crying as he […]
moreLike parenting, illness, or losing a job, divorce is one of those things in life you only fully understand once you experience it. Someone once said, “the argument that so many people get divorced, and so many people get cancer, doesn’t make the experience any less grave once you go through it yourself.” Divorce is not […]
moreAll over there is sadness. Over and over again. A circle of years that breathes down your neck and trips you. There is beauty too, all over. A friend’s kiss is as gentle as a butterfly’s wings. As meaningful as a message carved in stone. And there is this: the midget resurfaces from hidden years. […]
more8th January 1983. “Hi, Sorry about the pencil, but I can’t be bothered to find my pencil-case. Electricity is off again. Guess what? I have an ingrowing toe nail, which means a sharp piece of nail grows into your skin. Tomorrow before school we have to go to Martin’s dad who is a doctor. I […]
moreMy mother gave me a box. In it, one of my diaries. It was dated 1987. "Radio still playing the same bullshit, birds talking their endless chatter, flies flying, clouds still move and trees still sway in the wind. God let me fly with the birds and sing their song, or let me be one […]
moreMan and woman sit outside, staring at the sky, drinking wine and talking about things – what things exactly doesn’t matter. As long as there are things. Things to discuss. Things to understand, to know, to feel, to laugh about. Things to share. He stares at a an airplane trail in the distance and thinks, […]
moreTwo women – best friends. One man – who is a High Priest and also happens to be one of the women’s father. The daughter’s friend was called to the High Priest’s court one day. She had done her friend wrong by falling in love with her husband. She had stolen a kiss from him, […]
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