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Everyone is writing about you, prose and poetry passed around, read with avarice by all who knew you. Everyone is writing about you, an attempt to celebrate everything you are, a futile attempt to list all that you embody, to keep you alive. Maybe that’s why I can’t write about you. Because my mind cannot … Continue reading

Aliaa
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Aliaa

Aliaa’s alarm goes off. With a deep sigh, she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom, leaving the alarm still ringing. Eyes closed, she performs the obligatory 3 minutes of oral hygiene before heading to the kitchen to make her father his morning tea. Her movements are mechanical, as if on autopilot, because she is: set the … Continue reading