Arabic Your movement, as your language; Hushed like curtains back-drawn and passed through Whispered into antechambers that you’ve dressed before the dawn with offerings and incense or the tap of…

To Mothers By Baraka Blue To those mothers who buttered sandwiches and lit loves lanterns when sweet dreams turned into nightmares- and cloaked us in radiant safety net bear hugs…

is my favourite poet, and this is my favourite of his poems. It was read to me when I was 22 and I was as moved to sadness then as…

I can’t say it enough; Lebanon is a beautiful and breathtaking country and tonight I’ll be graced with it’s last sunset. I quickly learned that the best way to wrap…