“Wow, your name is so American.” When you meet someone for the first time, one of the first things they ask you is ‘what is your name?’ For many reasons, that question is extremely significant. It defines how our relationship with that person will play out. Will they remember my name? Does that person even… Continue Reading I am جنين.
In the picture, my grandfather sits on a wood chair, leaning back, the paunch of sixty-three years preceding him in the foreground smiling, lip curled in the narrow space between mustache and beard nose sloping downward olive skin body compact, heavy. Add a kefieh to his balding head and he’s a grandfather of the Nakba,… Continue Reading Twin