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.طلعةُ النويري .هذه الطلعةُ الغريبة، الجميلةُ بمحالِّها الصغيرة  أمشي وأمشي ولا تنتهي الطريق… كلُّ شيءٍ اسودُ هنا! أنا وفستاني الطويلُ…

I crouch down to hug her but she smacks my arm and says, “Are you seriously that much taller than…

Late November, Saturday evening, 7pm. The launch party is about to begin in a traditional, high-ceilinged Lebanese house, now an…

As the 10 a.m. sun blazes through closed windows, Em Suheil sits in the middle of her living room and…

I'm in the garden. I hug my knees as blades of grass pierce my bare legs. My cheeks are taut;…

Jounieh, Lebanon. 2017. “Are you scared?”My brother and I poke fun at my dad as he takes one hesitant step,…